a poet would die by their own words
as you would kill yourself in hopes to feel something within you , that isn't grief
but you'd find out that suffering is the reason you exist
that's why you're called a poet , my dear.
romance clichée qui pourrait bien être un peu moins clichée qu'on le pensait
lui brûle de haine
elle brille de larmes
ils enterrent le passé, leurs cauchemars et leurs désirs à coups de fouet
TW: harcèlement, drogue/addiction, viol
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