Somehow it is so easy to miss all the ways you can be loved.
When I asked, to no one in particular, if I was a horrible person, they were silent. They would not tell me that I was. And yet they also refused to feed my insecurity
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YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
