so what
if I'm a poet and you
spit out lies like cobwebs.so what
if I worship words and you
manipulate them to the point of misuse.so what
if the thing I believed to be the world
turned out to be smaller than a butterfly's heartbeat.none of this is real.
even in my mind now.🎉
This ones dedicated to Oliver [cipherly ] for being my no.1 reader and no.1 supporter since day 1. For being the absolute sweetest and sticking with this book since it was on my deleted account. Thank you so much for being so nice.
🎉
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