I vent out here. I don't write for people to read (primarily). I guess its an intrusive feeling, for somebody to witness what you create even if its utter garbage, even if you don't want them to. So I choose to turn here, when I'm feeling an excess of emotion which suffocates me. 
I give my regards to whoever is reading this, even my older self. Come here join me when you are not who you are. Let's make something ugly and beautiful...


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  • JoinedMay 11, 2023


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Liebeslied by raphielsama
Liebeslied
The ensemble, the dance, the art of death. the living must live on, even if they might not have the space to...
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