There's no way I can tell you how I feel,
It's all jumbled up inside me,
Consuming every nook and empty space,
She and she and she and she and she and he,
They are unforgettable, indescribable,
Perfect beyond any words can say.
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February Journal
RastgeleMostly poems, journal entries, some visual art. Just a place to put my current headspace into words-clumsily perhaps, but all the same. Updates whenever I feel like it, but when I update it will probably be in chunks (I'll post a couple parts at the...
