Literature
Blank Paper (poem)
It’s one of those lovely days. Where my problems are harder, Where nothing goes better. Where my worries increase faster, Where my sorrow grows stronger. I’m like a new piece of paper, Empty and bland. With no unique style to be remembered, My life is worthy like a grain of sand, I feel so polarized and dismembered. Where do I belong? Who am I? - Cursed Countess Poem meaning - feeling faceless and forgotten by everyone, as if you don't exist Guess what my old Bosnian teacher said and now it bit me in the a**! Now I gotta deal with this sh** x_x