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i have let out my demons, when the night is at its peak— when the sun hides from the prickling stars, and the pale moon is weak.
for constellations do not tell who you are or who you'll be— it's the people around you that shape you, mould you, until your skin bleeds.
or so they say, perhaps— i'd like to change that. for i am not who they tell me to be. i'll break the mould, and tear the ropes- for i am just me:
just a girl who loves the words that she writes; and lives in the wind, the sky, and the sea.
──────i don't know what this thing is supposed to mean but what i do know is that this spewed out from the depths of my soul and onto this screen. you're more than welcome to interpret the "deep" meaning behind this. lol.
