Sunny
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differentA Poem by SunnyTransitioning into a late teen should feel similar to that of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Instead it feels like hell |
New BeginningsA Poem by SunnyWhen Spring comes forth with flowers blooming with hope and joy. |
Use of HandsA Poem by SunnyInfant, child & teenage adolescence. |
A Knife To My ChestA Poem by SunnyI wrote this poem to express an antagonising and dreadful feeling of pushing away self identity. |
The Piano Keys Are TremblingA Poem by SunnyThrough your heart and soul shall your answers unfold. |
Infinity or something like thatA Poem by SunnyThese are the days teenagers shall thrive and survive. |