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These were all on my Instagram... (plus some new ones)
Then I began feeling something about it... I'm a quiet kid... always... but how did I put it all out... I didn't want the attention... I liked when I was of some help to anyone out there...
something I saw twice... a Billie Eilish clip...
pretty sure ik it was sent by the sane person both times... I remember the second though...
and I also remember being told of it without the clip...
so I decided to bring out all of those and put them on here... in this space...
besides my officially published poems that are on another book here... and also the few that I did when I was really young and have no documentation... or the ones I specifically wrote on my previous account... even ones I archived on Instagram for the extremely Raw kinda feel of me that it gives off...
https://www.wattpad.com/story/233179289?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=murukae&wp_originator=9xbE%2BO3Im15gi1DMsNGGx6yHnWwTVrFPEhM5Ol221k86qyZZ%2F2sZjvn%2BJDTRLpep5lPEm%2FMvs%2FcxD%2FmvO39GUuFT93W9PwmlgBy0OyP%2BLBkoBw42X7r92Nv9d0xHLw3N
This is the compilation I did of these on my previous account...
P.S. I DIDN'T BLANK OUT ANYTHING ON THE SCREENSHOTS HERE MOSTLY BECAUSE I DON'T THINK IT WILL BE READ AT ALL... BUT I DO HOPE THEIR SPACE ISN'T THREATENED... THE LESS PUBLIC NATURE OF THIS PLATFORM IS WHY I DECIDED TO SHIFT THESE IN...
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