she spoke of her thoughts in little labyrinth's of speech
but it only fell to deaf ears, for being unique in this world is called
madness
just a compilation and glimpses of the landscape that is my mind.
enjoy.
i dedicate this to all my amazing friends, you already know who you are and I can't tag people for some reason since wattpad won't let me. tbh ya'll make me so proud of my writing and I'am too. tho don't expect professional shit, just some poems and uncompleted doodles that you may or may not relate to.
for all the wonderful people reading this, it means a lot to me that ur taking time to read this and I wish you all a good day/night/afternoon.
YOU ARE READING
𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉
Fanfiction❝𝙈𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙢....❞ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴʜɪɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ