i thought my soul to be shattered down,
my mind dark and rusty and blue,
till one day i made myself believe,
that broken glass could reflect light back too.
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Okay I'm actually very happy today because I baked my first cake
today without any external help and it came out pretty well
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This one is dedicated to Michelle achillean for being one of my closest pals since my other account
[and also because she is an absolutely great author]
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
