04/25/2022 - 12:12
i find comfort in what doesn't exist
the fake
it holds me in its arms
loves me
my expectations for reality are too high
because fiction takes care of me too well
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i thought i was a child [a poetry book]
Şiir[trigger warning for suicide, csa, body horror, derealization/depersonalization, substance use, and graphic depictions of mental illness] from years of being in love with the wrong people to letting the world decide my fate, i've collected my poems...
roses
04/25/2022 - 12:12
i find comfort in what doesn't exist
the fake
it holds me in its arms
loves me
my expectations for reality are too high
because fiction takes care of me too well