"And, loving one, perhaps this would be inappropriate But so far I have been unable to let go of you. If this was your goal, to have become like soot, settling in the nooks and crannies of my lungs and very soul, then I'd have admitted this all to you with praise. - from my heart, This is my eternal love; and please sing for the next one, mischievous canary. There should not be another one like me because of you." - m. osiris corte, poem 100, "Fatalia" A collection of prose from over the years of 2017 & 2018. This is an ongoing collection retelling my personal life, or at least inspired by real events. I hope you all enjoy this, I've put my blood, sweat and tears into this. If reposting/sharing parts of my story then please credit me. twitter: giriception instagram: sadwitches666 tumblr: prettypleasepapi

A collection of regrets, unsent texts, notes, and letters. "It's easier to leave than to be left behind."