I write poems the way some people write songs, loud and messy and too honest at times. Please ignore the old fanfictions, they are just there collecting dust. Writing became my outlet after losing both my parents, and it never left. It carried me through breakups, survival, and every heavy moment in between.
This is just my way of putting the weight down so it does not stay bottled up.

Disclaimer: You know, if any of this was based on real life... which of course it totally isn't.
  • انضمOctober 20, 2012

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