Sometimes I think to myself
if having friends is even worth it,
but then I pause–
and say, "why would I want to become
the only man that is an island?"
But maybe, just maybe
being an island would save me
from intoxicating myself further.
— the girl who chooses loneliness.
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up in the clouds
Poésieshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
