when the world gets too complicated to handle or mundane to mind, call me every once in a while. let me hear its complexes, let me feel your fears, let me see every side i am yet to decipher—let me in through however you want.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
