Hey, guys. How ya doing? I'm back! Well, for now, exams are over and it's the holiday so hopefully I get some breathing space.
This book started as a journal. I would pen down my thoughts and feelings, at some point I thought, why not share it, someone out there might relate. So, yeah, its a bit personal too. Haha.
I'm not entirely sure this book fits the poetry genre, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't make the cut for short story. And I so didn't want to place it in random.
I hope you like it.
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PoetryDear old love, *** *** *** From, The bird that learnt to fly
