icarus_rising97

it is hard to breathe sometimes. your love would make the oxygen purer, but we don’t have that privilege. it is easier to just not breathe. 
          	
          	but to you, that sounds like an excuse. so you deprive me of that oxygen. you don’t give me love because even though my legs are broken, they are still legs. you and I both have legs. you can walk, so why can’t I?
          	
          	I have understood this, and it is my curse. I am left lamenting while you are out of my reach, blindfolded as you burn the house down.

Aristialapioneer

@icarus_rising97 this piece is both tragic and beautiful
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Simtharyee

@icarus_rising97 I love you author ❤️
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icarus_rising97

I would embrace you, but I cannot stand.
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JoyfulMama

Hey author, you are doing great. Binged Obsessive Villainess 1 and 2 and they were so good. I hope you will update 2, but even if you never do I am thankful for the gifts of them in their current state. You've done so well. I hope you are doing well. Thank you for writing such relatable pieces.

atozerop

Hey author, I saw your books today and could not resist reading them. They are really great, and I do wish you will update obsessive villainess 2 because I do infact relate a lot to it as someone that almost suffered from depression. So please come back ☺️☺️

jones_army

Hi Author.
          
          We miss you dearly. I hope you've been well.
          
          I've often been told that a book sometimes, is a peek into the heart of a writer. Maybe it is. Maybe not. I don't know. What I do know is that your story has left a mark on my heart. It's one of the few things I can relate to, in the midst of all the madness around me. 
          
          We can't meet Nora. But we still have you, I hope...
          
          Please come back. 
          
          
          
          
          
          It's selfish. I'm selfish. But we miss you dearly. And we want you back

icarus_rising97

it is hard to breathe sometimes. your love would make the oxygen purer, but we don’t have that privilege. it is easier to just not breathe. 
          
          but to you, that sounds like an excuse. so you deprive me of that oxygen. you don’t give me love because even though my legs are broken, they are still legs. you and I both have legs. you can walk, so why can’t I?
          
          I have understood this, and it is my curse. I am left lamenting while you are out of my reach, blindfolded as you burn the house down.

Aristialapioneer

@icarus_rising97 this piece is both tragic and beautiful
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Simtharyee

@icarus_rising97 I love you author ❤️
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icarus_rising97

I would embrace you, but I cannot stand.
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