Proses and poems tell a story too
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Remember me not, for I am plain faced and forgettable. My looks are those of a common woman that does not keep joy near her heart but a revolver with a dismal bullet near her head.
Remember me not, for what lies in my chest is not a golden heart, but a dark one. It's color has subsuded to a bleeker shade with the rage and anguish that I seal upon it with every passing moment of my being.
Remember me not, for the mind that my skull holds is nothing more than the accumulation of the most regretted moments in my life that I forcefully close as they open again and again.
Remember me not, for the body that which holds my psyche is something Eros would turn away in disgust. My shoulders are laden with ball and chains, namely stagnation and despair, the chains grasping at my skin leaves lines of horrific red fiber.
Forget me please and remember me not.
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Honestly Prometheus' love for humans makes him a precious bean. I recommend watching from TedEd on Y.T
Also, Psche is different from psche.
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Small Stories
RandomSometimes, I'm so fucking bored that I write till my hands hurt from typing. These are my stories, go read them or whatever. Cover pic is mine! Please don't steal my shit.
