- Everything's unfiltered, everything's raw. An edit was badly needed, I broke my own law.
- Whispers of unsure people were what I've worried about, yet it wouldn't scratch my own edges.
- Is this the end of my ego? Maybe this is how I bid goodbye to my delicate chapters
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A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PoetryTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
