i know the end | poetry

𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥. 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮𝙩𝙝, 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨.
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 i write poetry. most of which occurs as i listen to phoebe bridgers songs. i do not expect this to get many reads; it's purely for me. and you, if you so wish.