october 20, 2024.
11:45 p.m
what if there's no 'my true self'? what if i lost myself before i could even find out who i was? what if i'm just a museum of everyone i've ever loved? what if i'm just the broken mosaic of beautiful pieces that were never mine?
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the notes i never deleted
Poetryraw and unfiltered. a collection of lost words, lingering in the forgotten corners of my notes app. these are vulnerable fragments of thoughts, words left unsaid, and momentary emotions-captured in the most oppressive parts of my life, waiting for a...
