My brokenness's tidings were so epidemic .
As a great soldier dies ... his mom cries; I was close .. right at the verge of giving it all up.
Then the thought of you started lingering my mind the way gentle wind makes herbs wobble on a starry night; when I decided to wish upon you instead of wishing upon the celestial lamps -stars- .
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
