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Oct 2023
I’d die someday falling for actors
With no respect for people around them
Of how bright the ray they fill the space with
And how it affected these dreams that I dreamt

The ball of warmth and comfort they are
Like the yarns of my heart is getting played
With the powerful paw hiding the sharpest of claws
Ready to strike, while I’d knowingly stay
I don’t know what would happen first: me succeeding in this career path or me getting lovesick-induced heart attack because of these actors’ charismas. Stage people are scary as hell. Pray that I make it out alive.


Also, how do you start talking to a person? Like idk, I’m not the most confident person but I’m in the best state, better than I’ve ever been. Like he’s so adorable is one big reason, but the fact that I’ve never truly loved affects my acting and I want to fix that. So well, I’m letting myself truly feel for the first time and I’m sort of ready to risk it all.
Written by
Jules Harper  23/Non-binary
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   Alex Rappel
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