14 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poem (out of 199k stories) #1 in poetrycollection (out of 34.5k stories) #1 in words (out of 16.5k stories) #1 in poembook (out of 15.8k stories) #1 in prose (out of 9.07k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.72k stories)

Shakespearean writing takes a hold on the story much so till he-till... ...𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 and Neil did, finding a young girl his age reciting romeo...romeo...romeo.. Wₕₑᵣₑ fₒᵣ ₐᵣₜ ₜₕₒᵤ ᵣₒₘₑₒ

you choke me and i can suddenly breathe. tom riddle x oc wattpad 2020 a story by @sixofghosts