Fortunately, unfortunate it is to be a human and carry a heart that can beat harshly and softly at the name of the one you love.
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existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
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Fortunately, unfortunate it is to be a human and carry a heart that can beat harshly and softly at the name of the one you love.
