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The beau, ignorance. I knew. That made me a shitty person If there was anything that made it unbearable and more hard to overcome than anything, it’s the fact that I knew it was going to happen. It’s a pity we don’t get to un-know stuff. Like just trash it. It felt(no, was )wrong. Like hoarding the girls lavatory or cyber bullying overweight people because it felt right Or self-hurting so you can feel anything other than this unimaginable sorrow that was slowly drowning you. If there was anything that was worse than knowledge, it’ll be passivity, more like apathy. The fact that you didn’t act. That I didn’t act This didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like anything I have ever felt. Words can’t quantify how it feels. Probably, nothing will. I hope nothing does. Excerpt from my book, For the Lies that Matter @whosayegat #review #everyone #excerpts

*Who Am I* Ah! This drizzling rain Those lovely skies I love it all I don't know why These twinkling stars That lovely moon I wanna see them Even in the noon I wanna run I wanna fly Do everything possible Before I die That's what a part of me Always says The part I wish could Forever stay But in this world That's not the case Like every coin I have another face The one which is scared The one which is shy Wanting to be heard Almost ready to cry That me doesn't have A place to go Neither when I burn Nor when I glow I spend nights wondering Which of them is right I often put them in a battlefield But they refuse to fight So now I'm really confused I don't know why All I wanna know is who am I .. #review#everyone#poem

*Perhaps my soul is dark* I am drawn into your world That you so darkly carved With your emptiness Perhaps my soul is dark Perhaps I like black holes Perhaps I hope to emerge On the other side as bright As a brilliant.radiant star That lights up a million worlds Im sorry Jasmine I am drawn to your dark nudity The poverty of your humanity Perhaps my soul is dark Perhaps I like the thorns better Than the roses and the fragrance Of blood better than jasmine Perhaps I want to break through The darkest night pouring into A zig zillion shards of light silently making a new dawn #review, #RC, #Everyone, #poetry