Writeouslyours Stories

These are the word I scarred around the stars when I chose not to put them in mine. Constellations in the stars I couldn't line on my wrist, pulsing wildly, as if it was screaming the pain I couldn't let out. Rant book filled with poetries of my scarred constellations.

🄱🅁🄾🄺🄴🄽 🅂🄴🅁🄸🄴🅂 🄸 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒑, 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒊 𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒂... 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔𝒂-𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒚𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏. A few years ago, under the resting sun. His dreamy eyes looked at me and told me that his dream was to get married, settle down and have a family. I told him my dream was to walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. He was my dream, my love, and all of my wishes. But dreams require the most expensive price in order to be granted true. ▄︻デ 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 ══━一