over the years i tried writing in a journal, tried putting my feelings into structured sentences and i got so tired. i spent so long trying to be what i thought i was supposed to be. but halfway through my 19th year, i finally know what it is i need to be for me. i wrote what i felt in a leather-bound journal i like to call word vomit. it was my closely guarded secret. having a diary is one thing, but a poetry book isn't something everyone really has, i guess. putting down my innermost thoughts and turning them into formulated music in my head made me feel like i wasn't just some sad and lonely person. by no means am i poet. but writing is my passion, it is what i want to do with my life. exploring more parts of it and discovering myself as an artist has been the journey my entire life has been leading up to. i hope that maybe some people out there can take solace in my estranged word vomit lol. most of these poems are from said book of word vomit. some are from the disorganized document of my words to me. all of it is just from someplace deep inside no one has really seen. i hope this can give someone the courage they need to share those secret words with meaning. the courage to share their innermost parts of themselves with another soul.
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