"who am I" is the question i may never find the answer to,
As i grow older, the puzzle keeps getting more complex,
As of now, I'm a seeker, a thinker, a lover and an admirer,
Like Life, please don't read my poems literally,
A book is not a book nor is a flower a flower,
Everything has a meaning, sometimes even life
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Poems of Woe
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These are poems and short prologues intended to portray the dark side to everything we deem as pure, holy or...