it's 4 in the morning; 4:25 to be exact.
i get the sudden urge that this is something i have to do.
a collection of my poetry when the words are too much to bear it spills out of my trembling fingertips, violently and ungracefully, all at once.
if you ever feel the same way, enjoy.
this is her story.
4:26 am.
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A poetry book of my journey through friendship, love, loss, personal growth, confusion, betrayal, resentment, hate, hope, light, and eventual healing.
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