14. Writing poems heavier than my age. I speak in metaphors, live in silences, and write for the souls that feel too much. I write to be remembered that I once existed. Hope y'all pookies like or even love my works
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Asterlyn_wisteria
Jan 06, 2026 02:17PM
FINALLYYYYY❗️The story that I have been dragging since last year has come to an END Read it?https://www.wattpad.com/story/403830239?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_pa...View all Conversations
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