I NO LONGER BELONG



"When I was young I kept my heart under the bed because my mum said if you're not careful enough someday someone's going to break it. Take it from me, under the bed is not a good hiding spot...", I always liked this part in one of my favorite poems.
Beautiful is the way that poetry allows us to express the simplest of feelings like "I broke my heart" or "I'm happy".
Even more beautiful is the way it allowed me to tell a story.
As you probably know, every poet tries to tell a story or say something through his or her poems. One that we might not always get. In fact, even poets may not get it sometimes, because the story, lesson, or emotion might be buried too deep and needs another fifty revisions to unearth, if at all.
In this book, you'll find a small part of a large journey hidden between the lines; it is up to you to unravel it.

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