I finally found the courage to write again. I stopped writing poems and short stories, thinking no one cared—even the person to whom most of my pieces were dedicated. My works are full of flaws, and sometimes I find it difficult to put poetic phrases together. But then I realized they don’t have to be perfect, and it doesn’t matter if no one will be reading them. I write to express suppressed emotions hidden between the letters, which most people may not understand—but my soul does.