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Feelings....are just like seasons. They come and they go. A new one arrives-and leaves, the only residue of it being the poetry left behind. Poetry which is my therapy against going insane. Poetry that I scribble with my broken body and soul. These are some scribbled words-which became a collection of poetry. Ps this is the first thing that I published (and you will also a find a similar one by 122riana that is me . I republished it here. ) so hope you will like it. Thank you ❤️~ sujana ©2018 all rights reserved. Highest ranked- #186 in poem (28.1.2019) #30 in damaged (29.3.2019) #1 in midnightsunawards2019 (27.3.2019) #278 in alone (29.3.2019) #13 in midnightawards (27.3.2019) #1 in escapism (19.3.2019-10.4.219) #16 in thelitawards2019 (27.3.2019) #3 in edmawards2019 (27.3.2019) #27 in solace (29.3.2019) #midnightsunawards honourable mention #1st place in the Sass awards 2019 #1 in analogy (27.3.2019) #81 in nature (29.3.2019) #246 in beauty (27.3.2019) #357in feelings (29.3.2019) #157 in faith (29.3.2019) #38 in confidence (29.3.2019) #430 in depressed (27.3.2019) #1 in hatelife (19.5.2019) #123 in acceptance (27.3.2019) #61 in poetry collection (30.3.2019) #60 in poet (30.3.2019) #225 in rebel (29.3.2019) #2 in edmawards (29.3.2019)
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