some hidden thoughts, unspoken words, the view from a halfway down, having an epiphany, red blue and green.
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Stories by hazelyumii
Monika
My dear best friend.
the shape of longing
a collection of poetry behind the eyes of the living dead
Dear, Him.
I want you. That was what i thought every time i look at you, looking into your eyes from afar. You barely no...