Maybe fantasies are more dangerous than they seem, is it possible that i let myself fall in love with fiction, something that even though it exists, doesn't exist for me, i'd love think that nothing is impossible but i know there are ifs, even if i'm noticed will i be adored?, even if i'm adored, will i adore back? part of me wishes i could go back to a time before i knew of fantasies, or before i knew enough to create fantasies, "but knowledge is power", they say, no, knowledge is torture.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
