refreshing, ice-lipped and tasteful. we're caffeinated through the quiet nights
and neglects of turmoil, shrouded by spindly threads of apprehension,
knowing that our sorrows will only speckle on in the swallowing sea.
clouded thoughts and sinking dreads, a surface with so much
potential, only to be stalked by the lukewarm centre.
we reach out in the dissolving cold, gasping
as the void of emptiness forages in.
the settlement is clear at the
bottom, our remnants
cease as bitter boundaries.
A bit like tea, I suppose.
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Teen Fictionidk what im doing with my life but the real question here is how you've stumbled upon this shit so have an exciting day passing by. basically i think im super gr8 at writing when in reality im as great as brittany from daria i post whatever i wa...
