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A whisper in the wind, a giggle in the storm.
I dream with my eyes open and write like the world's listening.
Not quite sunshine, not quite shadow - something in between.
I'm not here to be figured out... I'm here to be felt.
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Chronicles Of A hated Daughter
Born unloved. Raised in silence.
She ran away at 20, hoping to escape the pain - only to face a world just as...
Thoughts I never said
Thoughts that are buried deep inside my head, trying to use this medium to turn it into a poem
Books of my thoughts
*A tapestry of whispered dreams and silent cries,
where every verse breathes the pulse of my soul.
Journe...