all those rage, and i'm still here?
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𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼. 🩸🖋️✍️
Collection of personal essays and poems.
Disclaimer: Heavy themes (mostly existential and psychological). Read at your own risk.
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