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...
I'm available on insta. Hit me up if you feel it.
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- JoinedMay 11, 2023
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Liebeslied
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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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