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C O P Y R I G H T
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M U S T R E A D
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Every collection has a beginning, but this one began long before the first poem was written.
Strings was not written all at once. It grew slowly, piece by piece, from moments that refused to stay quiet, from emotions that lingered longer than expected, and from thoughts that sat beside me in the silence of ordinary days.
This collection explores the invisible threads that live within us. They connect us to memories, to people, and to versions of ourselves we once were. Some threads are gentle. Some are tangled. Some are heavy with things we never learned how to say out loud.
These poems move through attachment, loss, healing, and the quiet transformation that comes when we learn to carry our emotions instead of hiding them. They do not erase the fractures we experience. Instead, they sit with them, understand them, and slowly begin to see the light that can pass through.
Strings is not about perfection or having everything figured out. It is about becoming. Every feeling, every memory, every broken or beautiful moment becomes a thread in the person we are still weaving.
This is a deeply personal journey, but it is also a shared one. The feelings in these poems are not mine alone. They belong to anyone who has ever held on too tightly, let go too slowly, or tried to understand the tangled emotions living inside the heart.
As you turn the page, know that what follows is both a conversation and a companion, my words reaching out to meet yours.
Thank you for choosing to read these words and connect with them, it truly means a lot to me.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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