She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
I think my soul has known of pain much before I was born. I know this sounds preposterous, But let me explain.
You know how energy can neither be created nor destroyed, Only converted from one form of energy to the other? Perhaps my soul has only known of pain, Maybe it was a flower frozen in the biting snow, Maybe it was the last leaf on a tree, Maybe it was the blossom that never bloomed to show how alluring it really was, Maybe it was the stormy sea that everyone cursed for causing trouble.
But little do they know, that one would behave the way their character is. And if the description of my soul states: Suffering with a perfectly beautiful mess, then I can be nothing else but that.
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