A lot of things happened since everyone left me all alone.
I don't care.
No more.
I'm sitting here,
With pen and sketchbook in my hands and I'm happy.
Why?
No one's telling me what or who I should be,
What and how I should do,
How to feel.
It's past
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Amateur's thoughts (written as poems, sonnets and short texts)
PoetryJust me and my dumb thoughts and some quotes from movies and William Shakespeare. It's clearly nothing special but it's mine, it's just as honest as it could be. It's my feelings expressed in this sort of a book. If you're gonna read this, switch yo...
