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i have not return, 
          sInce i never left
          in the first place

“...and then, the white feathers of his wings touched the ground.” 

...life seems very, faint. feeble, purposeless. boring. 

@santidot and i own a flower crown business now 

someone gut me. 
          i got more rants, 
          but so little time. 
          
          
          and im lazy. 

“this bleeding heart,
            that’s in my hands , 
            i           fell          apart “