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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Happy new year to my sunshines,to those who read between the lines,to my tulips who bloom even after harsh seasons.May this new year be gentle with you.Not loud with miracles,not demanding const...
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