Blind
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I wonder, when could I see the real world. When could I see there was no us. When could I see that it was nothing but a puppy love. When could I see that it was just a show. It was just a game everyone enjoyed. It was just a game where I lose him even my self. Welcome to my dramatic and BLIND world
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Pieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am relieved that my pieces now have a home. (They aren't in order and published randomly, though.) It's my dream to atleast publish a book before I turn 18. If you like it, please smash that little star. Thank you.

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