"What does it mean to you?"
They asked.
"Everything."
I answered.
"Why?"
"Because every time I start to cry
This is what makes me feel right.
It gives me power
When my strings are about to break.
It gives me strength
That no one ever can.
It showed me
What I truly am.
And this is what my heart drew
When I fell apart
For the first time."
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
