Hades,
Do you know who I am? I'm not the sweet and innocent Kore you thought I was preserved into being. I thought I wanted to be her, as well. Yet, I stand here as Persephone. I come bringing pain and death to things, death to your heart. Death to love.
I'm not a preservation of spring, no light and airy breezes sway my hair. It does not carry a sweet floral scent. The only flowing river carries blood and tears in the ebbs and flows of bittersweet brine.
Stay away from the rivers.
X. Her
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Dear Mr. Nobody
PoetryMr. Nobody is the feeling when you don't know what you're feeling; that sense of being outside of yourself. These are random letters to it and other Feelings. *MAY BE TRIGGERING*
