Pieces of my writing that got the chance to leave the notebook secretly hiding in the back of the white drawer filled with papers; papers to bury the notebook (and my thoughts) from the rest of the world. {;fragments of my soul;} {collection of poems, letters, short stories, and others}

destruction of the self Ⓒ shezal, 2018

THERE IS DEATH AND THERE IS DELTA BUT I'M NOT SURE WHICH IS WHICH ANYMORE. → '18 © 2018 freya

error 666 teenage minds out of control.

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