The journey doesnt really end to the next person, a new abyss, to the next time I felt like I will belong to how I feel right now, to being alive trying my best to be whole, people telling me to think just about me, its so difficult, but I am treading to it all.

the last ended with, misunderstandings and disrespect, nobodies fault but mine, to not make them feel, that I wanted to be known and mattered, to be listened to, my opinion to be true.

a new chapter began, the poems already underway, but the pages keep flowing, its continouous, so cant pen them down, cause the paths still being built different people teach different things they take certain parts of you, and leave something of theirs too..

I have no idea, where this will go where the next door would be death, or life where it would be hell, or paradise, would the person right now, will be mine, or I will get in the loop again, stuck and lost for a long time.

not going to the hell that I belong, every right to crawl out, primarily, to treat myself as a human being, then to work on every other thing.

Thank you for reading through it all, not just walking through the garden of feelings, but also seeing me get better and worse, and evolve.

I will write more, understand more, feel more, be more so the next time you read anything I wrote, for now this is the end, compilation of the teen, love and break. I hope you are there for the next one, no idea but I guess I will name it stroke.

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