society has projected unto me, a simulation according to its liking,
and sometimes i can no longer differentiate between the facade and the person it masks.
credits to society
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crimson
Poesía'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
