What are we?
Who are we?
Where did we come from?
What am I?
Who am I?
Where did I come from?
Questions we ask ourselves when all hope is lost; no lost and found box to check,just simply lost,as we wait for hope to find it's way back to save humanity.
Pandora's box had collected hate and envy and despair from this world but could not contain it
It unleashed it all but kept the most fragile thing inside...
HOPE
as it too needs assurance that everything will someday be ok
-SJ
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Words For The Soul
PoetryHere's the journey of a girl who has evolved from heartbreak and sadness to love and happiness. Words from the soul are a collection of poems and thoughts I've written down and am finally comfortable enough to share. It tells stories of how I battle...
