I FEEL MOST ALIVE WHEN A COLD BREEZE MOVES AROUND MY HAND AS IF IT'S A DISTANT LOVER'S TOUCH, A TOUCH ONCE FELT CLOSELY BUT NOW ONLY A DISTANT MEMORY. THE BREEZE DRIFTING ME CLOSER TO THAT LOVER BUT MY BODY REFUSING TO MOVE AN INCH AS IF IT CANNOT BEAR EVEN REMEMBERING IT. SO, ALL I DO IS DREAM OF THAT TOUCH BEING REFOUND AND NEVER LOST AGAIN.
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PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
