Gnashing on fistfuls of sand, lying on my stomach wishing I was more than this, wishing I didn't have to exist in this state. At once I recite every intrusive thought that has crossed my mind, and the words take the form of a murder of crows. Even still a feather leaves me once in a while.
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slushy97
Sep 02, 2026 01:44PM
RE: WATTPAD BEING WATTPADI never quite took this place seriously to begin with lol. I read things on Wattpad not anticipating them to be masterpieces (though sometimes you all surprise me!) and tend...View all Conversations
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