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This is not a poetry collection for the polished or the pristine.
These are the unfiltered words of a man floating between continents, carrying the weight of broken dreams, lost lovers, and quiet despair. Written on steel floors and sleepless nights, in cramped cabins and lonely beds, each piece in this book bleeds — unapologetically, messily, truthfully.
This is a book for unheard. For the sad boys who never cried. For the seafarers who ache for land. For the ones who write because speaking hurts too much.
If you’ve ever whispered “I’m not okay” into the void and meant it, this book might not save you — but it will sit with you in the dark.
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