We’re all a tragic story waiting to be written, assuming someone’s so inspired.
Starry abyss I’ve wished uponbetween the listless, sleepless nights,is burdened beyond mountain heightswith woes that emanate ‘til dawn. In times of need, we may move onto seeking signs through zodiac.The constellations neatly stackedpaint a pattern across the pit(t). Who do... Continue Reading →
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No idea what to do with the excess calories I get from all the love you withhold from me.
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