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Some people have haunting memories at heart with unrevealed pain. But words helped me to drain that pain and be happy with what I have. Words healed me always.

This is a collection of Poems that I wrote myself. Be warned, some are dark, some are made from my own pain. Poetry is a way to look into someone's soul and see who they truly are.

If your having trouble living cause you have a friend or family member who s dieing or has died and you feel like you want to die to read this first and then think bout what your going to do cause if you do make a mistake of killing yourself your really bout to hurt the ones who love you the most.

Strange Are The Cadres Of Being Suddenly, a visage With a hushed leap Rushed past the mirror Black and yellow stripes Like waves strung together Suddenly, the dressing table trembled The clock’s golden reflection shuddered The body – wrapped in fever – thawed out In the microcosms of blood In the self and attributes Are uncanny secrets In the sieves of faiths and doubts Are a thousand cracks Strange are the cadres of being Just now, I was wide awake Groaning in deep pain Then, how did I drift

Written after i had lost a close friend when she left the country