its so sad because when i met him.. he was so alone. so fragile and broken. and kinda just.. there. and i picked up his broken pieces and fixed him. and once he got out into the open air.. he left me for a star in the night sky.
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School Notebook // (my poetry)
PoésieInstead of listening in class or taking notes, I like to write my own short stories, poems, and "poetic" stories. This "book" in some way, is my little diary for everyone to see.
