twojstaryging

I wont let anyone take him from me.
          	Nothing else matters.
          	No one else matters.
          	Senpai will be mine.
          	
          	He doesn't have a choice.

twojstaryging

Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me. But then, what am I? Is this me? My true self? My fake self? What is it that I am? 

urmomnat

i can't find the poem that i wanted to write here but, as i think, not having a particular shape is better. i rather want to float between else's minds and between mine. be indescribable i think
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