❝crestfallen❞
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Last published Fri, Mar 8, 2019
crestfallen
/ˈkrɛstfɔːlən/
adjective
sad and disappointed.
basically where i vomit my thoughts in poetry , it's up to you to read behind the words and swim with the emotions or skim through the texts and keep scrolling.
don't drown.
i didn't push.
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