our world is built on contradictions, and people going back on their word every single time. if we live like this, how can we believe in promises? lies surround us. we are exposed to them every second of every day. we all say that we're the strong independent people we aspire to be, when really? we're just children believing the lie that happiness is achievable.
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penumbra → collection of poetry & prose
Poetry? exquisite, yet imperfect ? → in which i present to you a collection of my short poems and paragraphs.
