SEVENTY-TWO
accepting what i cannot haveWe fall, time and time again.
But we still do not wither.
We continue on and on,
with broken hearts, broken minds,
slowly healing and
slowly accepting ourselves.
We are beauty with each
piece stitching itself
back together.
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𒐀 It's literally everywhere & it can be so annoying. Like, I can never choose if I want to wear everything black or super floral clothing. I go back & forth with being emo, super summery + floral, or dressing like I'm ready for the apocalypse. It's absolutely everywhere.May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...