“Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt
against any act of the State, of life, or of destiny, is on the
verge of riot; and so soon as it appears, he begins to quiver,
and to feel himself borne away by the whirlwind.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them
I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :]
(Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)