Dec 2020
seven (7) drafts sitting lonely
seven (7) always was a cursed number
maybe that's why i can't write anything now
maybe i'll keep this in my drafts, too
so i can make it
eight (8)
seven (7) always was a cursed number
maybe that's why i can't write anything now
maybe i'll keep this in my drafts, too
so i can make it
eight (8)
****. i can't write anything. and if i can't write, what am i even doing? that sounds soo lame. but, hey, it's honest. that's something i guess i'm doing now.
(19/they/them/the moon)
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