Poems. The name says it all. Some are happy. Some are sad. All are about this world we call home. And this journey we call life. Unseen. These are poems for those of us who see the unseen.
Maybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely.
We've all been broken.
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Just a collection of short stories and poems by a sad teenager.