I can reassure you I don't belong
Whether it's because I'm too broken
Or too refined
Not always a noble reason
Sometimes it's rotten
There's something essentially wrong with me
Something essentially right
How would it be like
To be seen with my truth combined?
Haunting? Daunting? Freeing?
How would it be to see myself
With my truth combined?
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PoetryA collection of my poetries. Some of these would be romantic, others would be about friendship, trauma, childhood trauma, mental illness and more. A lot of the ones I'm gonna post here are already posted on my social media. Follow me on there to re...
