I don't write to please.
I write to scar.
My stories don't heal - they haunt.
They linger in your chest long after the last chapter.
She/Her.
A little weird
Lost the first acc accidentally :(
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿�...
She stood on the edge of the ocean. Lost and lost in thought.
He stood on the Hotel's 3rd floor balcony. Lost...