izsthetic
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there are birds in gilded cages, and then there are birds in gilded gucci cages.
they're still cages, nonetheless.
inside the mind of an upper-middle-class princess trapped in her own suburban palace surrounded by princes who are no better than frogs.
// these are poems about my experiences growing up in a small town, the trials and tribulations in living in a suffocating household, and the boys i've met along they way but never stayed.