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❝ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵: 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 ❞ [things i need to remember] [❛your name here❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2023]

glum woven gossamers laced my bones marrow-ing my wan soul. reality limped reverie dancing me and i am never to gather wools in picturesque hues again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤforlorn ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

THE THIRD MOST IMPORTANT STEP, MENTAL FLOSS TO KEEP THE DECAY AT PAR.

THE THIRD STAGE OF DEATH IS THE MOMENT HE REFUSES TO MEET YOUR EYES. [ poetry ]

teenage girl ramblings about love and apathy and bad mothers © summer collection continuation 2021

dying by day ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･no. 4 in poetry 11.20.20 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ © VANGOHS, 2020

fog and a light rain-remember this when i'm gone

~ poetry and prose written during idle classes (Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE)

my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.