Naked and empty without emotions.
Tell me again what is love?
You only know what you have felt.
Inner thoughts always conflicting.
Words sprouts into creation,
Creation from mindful chaos.
Through Love, words grow.
Sprouting like seeds in the heart,
Love and its sweet blossom.
THE WHISTLE BLOWER
WHAT IS LUXURY?
THE GOOD CHILD
THE PERFECTIONIST TRAP
GROW UP
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