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𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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i fall for voices and drawings, not faces.
anime, poetry, and too many half-written drafts.
i hide somewhere between ink and illusion.
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i get lost in stories like they're home.
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i find comfort in characters that don't exist,
and sometimes i think they understand me
more than real people ever could.
i write when the world feels too loud,
when my thoughts get tangled,
and when silence starts to hurt.
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most nights, i'm up too late.
headphones in, heart full,
eyes on a screen glowing with worlds i wish i lived in.
i overthink every word, every feeling, every goodbye
that never really ended.
maybe that's why i read and write
to make the ache beautiful.
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if you've found my account
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i hope you find a little peace in the chaos too.
somewhere between the pages and the pain,
maybe we're all not so different after all
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𝔴𝓸𝔯𝔡𝔰 • 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 • 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢
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