1:46 a.m.

A collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.

for you || poetry

❝ this is for you, for breaking me. this is for him, for fixing me.❞ [ cringe alert since i was 13 and had no real sense of composing poetry ] [thank you so much to every single reader. the amount of reads and votes do not combine enough to the love you all have given me. it's been such a good feeli...

mute depression

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