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Hey! 
          I am writing this poetry collection HIM ( https://my.w.tt/IlGnVMKrT1 ), and if you could read it and/or give me feedback I would really appreciate it! I could absolutely do the same for you.
          Thank you, 
          Cora.

@The-Batmans-girl bruuuuh!!!  Lml 

Everything I touch surely dies.

@MrVenom I'll surely give them a read (:

@_Its_Si_ Thanks, love❤

One of the worst feelings about losing someone you used to be close to, is when you talk to them again, and they don’t even make an effort to keep the conversation going, and you feel like you’re talking to yourself, and you realize how much things have changed, and how much about them you don’t know, and you don’t even know what questions to ask because you just don’t know what’s going on in their life, and the best thing you can come up with are empty conversation fillers like “what’s up”, and you can’t even ask them about their life because you don’t know if you still have the right to ask them that, so you settle for the little things that they do tell you, and you make your own theories, and you convince yourself that you shouldn’t worry about their life because they clearly aren’t worried about yours, but you’re screaming inside because you want to tell them how much you miss them, and you want to ask them if they miss you, and whether it hurts them too that you have drifted apart, and you sit there listing all the reasons you think they won’t miss you, but some part of you is hoping that some part of them misses you, and it finally hits you that they don’t really care, and maybe its better to let things go and make a clean break rather than hanging on by a thread because its just too painful. But the thing that hurts the most is that the things are never gonna be the same anymore.

@Pazzo- Thank you (: 

The sun
          
          sinks its hands
          
          into my flesh,
          
          and
          
          creates a sky
          
          out of
          
          the sadness
          
          inside.
          
          –
          
          The half moon
          
          nestled
          
          behind my ear,
          
          whispers
          
          poetry
          
          in my ears,
          
          and
          
          I swallow it down.
          
          My mouth
          
          stinks
          
          of love.
          
          –
          
          I hear
          
          crumbling houses
          
          collapse
          
          beneath my ribs.
          
          My heart
          
          smells like
          
          hurricanes
          
          and seawater.
          
          –
          
          I draw a map
          
          of all the flowers
          
          blooming
          
          out of the wreckage
          
          inside my bones.
          
          Periwinkle
          
          against carnelian.
          
          –
          
          Now,
          
          my heart
          
          rains
          
          liquid gold,
          
          while I eat
          
          slices
          
          of moonlight
          
          for dessert.
          
          –
          
          The sun
          
          is growing
          
          in my bones.

Yknow something you remind me of someone plus your bio is beautiful and also those beautiful lines you've written in your message board ❤️

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