F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …

A withered soul solemnly withering along side the shards of time #Like#share#follow Insta: the_withered_souls

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For a long while, I've been putting thoughts on pieces of napkins, the backs of receipts, the kinds of things you lose if you don't …

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i write about love and being sad.

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18/Gender Fluid/Australia    trying not to fade so fast

39/F/Belgium    Poetry riddler

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