you stuffed my mouth with thorns until i could only speak hurtful words in a dire yet impossible attempt to save myself
- the art of pushing away the people you love
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efflorescence
Puisi- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
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you stuffed my mouth with thorns until i could only speak hurtful words in a dire yet impossible attempt to save myself
- the art of pushing away the people you love
