I bleed through my ink, because some wounds only heal when poured onto paper. I write what I feel, what my heart can't hold in silence. My stories are born from my own imaginary world, stitched together with thoughts that never leave me. Maybe I'm always a little delulu, but that's where my chaos finds peace. I don't write to please, I write to breathe. Every word is my confession, my escape, and my survival. Don't expect much with a 15 year old child.
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PreyaPatel1414 PreyaPatel1414 May 25, 2026 11:46AM
Hey my cupcakes, my tulips.I wasn’t planning to write this here, but I wanted to tell you myself.My author Instagram account got suspended... and I don’t know why, but it hit harder than I expected...
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