A silenced voice in the midst of the storm that took place in my head. This little voice has found a pen. Hence, the lines took place, and rhymes filled the space. I read each line and feel the disgrace. Set it free! Let it be!
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Sober Thoughts
I'm just thinking out loud. Read if you wish, or skip. doesn't matter!
These are just passing thoughts that...
collection of bleak poems
This is a chosen collection of poems that tell my pitiful story. I will try my best to publish them chronolog...
if only!
Just a girl who met a boy then, the story took place without even trying.