I am a slow, sarcastic hypocrite who writes in metaphors I hate for being too honest. My process is chaotic, random, and unapologetic.
I write because I am broken, delusional, and lacking. I write because I have no money for anything else, yet I love life enough to stay. These words are my survival.
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Story by atheneasns
Peonies bloomed in his garden
Dedicated to between maybe's and don'ts.
friends, lovers, or nothing.
(BOOK FINISHED)