The Flare

Wondering what's left of my spark

By Ari SaikaliPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read

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Every day

I find new ways

Through which

To hate myself

Can’t put a stitch

I’ll look at the shelf

And wonder where

The wind has brought the flare

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Ari Saikali

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I'm an art history student passionate about travel, cinema, music and books, mainly. Here to share my experiences, my emotions, my thoughts with you and hope you enjoy them.

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L.I.E8 months ago
Aww it gets better.

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