Because, frankly, there is not enough JeffMads. Throw some prompts at me, if you want. I'm unoriginal and will probably run out of ideas.
(Cover not mine, I'm terrible I know.)
No one knew our entire life was a lie, that our lives are fake.
That we are all fake.
The worlds a code simply numbers.
But the code has it's flaws.
The code makes things glitch.
Flaws that can ruin lives.
Or make lives fade out of existence.
Nothing is as it seems things aren't right the codes are off.
Very off.
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Gawsten but it may not seem that way.
Awsten's point of view.
(Comments and input is appreciated)
"everything's an art form when you're born with the wrong colour palette and shaking hands."
in which a coffee addicted poet falls for the blue haired barista.
completed.
geoff's pov.
told in poems.
lowercase intended.
each part is a different shade.
my first time writing poetry (ever), so this probably sucks.
hey pals this is where I'm gonna dump my art that no one actually cares about lol
there's gonna be some nsfw so brace yourselves
(yes the cover is mine)