SEVENTY-FIVE
shed the flesh of the girl i once knewI write to stay me,
I write to remain and rid this messy mind.
I write for the screaming that cannot be heard.
And I write to stay whole.
Perhaps, no more will shed
beneath these words.
What's your favorite sport if you have one?
𒐀 I don't like playing sports, besides badminton & tennis occasionally. For sports I enjoy watching from time to time, I like football & baseball!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...