Beak men

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Who cursed me with this limerence?

The tragedy of an affection unexplored

For fear of a love unrequited

I did not wish to sink my claws into the mysteries of another

I did not wish to fantasize about the 'what IFs' of this delusion

Apparently sometimes logic is held captive by misguided sentiments

And so here I Am,

Lingering,
Longing,
Lamenting on a beauty unattainable

I have forced upon myself the pity petting party from my lovely beak men peers

They see me suffer, and will wait it out with me till it ends

They would join me to ship me with the unattainable to make me feel better

Bless them

But hear me my loves

Let this ship make like the Titanic

And sink to the bottom of the ocean

Before it pulls me down

To drown with her


More parts are on the way, let me know what you think about this series so far... 😚💖🪽🪽

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