Writing serves as my shelter from the rain,
A magical shelter that can throw all kinds of vain.
Where I can feel a burning art running through my veins,
Through my silent thought I can build it on flames.
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a collection of words describing specific pain. my poetry doesn't follow any rules. my style may change but the words remain insane.
✨minimal to no cursing✨depression✨anxiety✨
hopeless romantic babble✨
proceed with caution.
2017-2018