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       " 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲. 

"Fate?"

A self-loathing dummy. Too reads more about the stars and the moon rather than the flames that burns outside. One-of-a-kind Professional procrastinator; bed [too] comfortable to get out of, as am always so effortlessly tired. Finds beauty not in the mirror but in the words that writes itself a beautiful tale filled with raunchy, unscathed desires. Always on the brink of a spiraling Midlife crisis, but depends on food to keep self satiated and grounded.

"I wish I could say that English isn't my first language, but it is. And I can't change the fact that I'm just bad at it." 

Crying over: 
Sardonically everything. 


      

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬, 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐦 𝐄𝐬𝐭.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫. "