When the sun goes down,
my desires unfurl
and I paint on the wall
words I see seep down
ominous fissures.
Now, let me paint your hands red.
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Nov6
Everyone: you haven't been updating your cryptic scribble-book for a while!
Me: *shies away from the attention* t-th-a-aa-t is *squirms*
Random person: Oooooh! She's definitely doing something perverted Tsk.
Me : Nwo....
No seriously, I want the “homecoming king” to
make me disappear
without anyone noticing.
*yuck* who comes up with stuff like that for themselves *sighs*
I find it hard to share my feelings, what I write with others, so everyday I post, it's a fight.
I've heard comments ranging from you write so sad to your work gives me heartache. Yes, I know the whole range of support I've gotten entirely lies in the sombre spectrum.
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