and maybe everyone was right - that im heartless, that I take no words from everyone when I am hurt, that I closed doors to feed my sanity and that im a hopeless case trying to find warmth over a cold winter day.
i thought I was over with these things, yet im in a midst of arguing with myself, a conflict I have to deal with when everything gets confusing, and as I go on I slowly concur to what everyone has to say, im starting to believe that the version of me they created in their head is something I try to live by ~ that I agree and identify myself as the monster they imagine.
but how can someone be heartless when all she's trying to do is save her heart?
—Arcane
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ocean thoughts
Puisia collection of my prose and poetry, together let's sail my ocean of thoughts.