How precious I am
Because I am small
And insignificant
And beautiful.
How rare to be so broken
And still so capable of love
How special to be ever changing
And still so adamantly genuine
How wondrous, and fulfilling to see
The beauty of this world
In all of its faults
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All of the Things I Wasn't Allowed to Say
PoetryA collection of prose from my notes over the years, subjects ranging from philosophy, love, mental health and more.
