16/F/stuck in 2009
ig this is me..
sweet like a peach ~ cold like the night
being alive fucking hurts
15/F/Up Your Ass
17/F/Hiding in the bathroom
I write these embarrassing poems because they somehow remind me of my existence. They help me cope when I feel myself slipping out of reality.
do you hear it?
16/somewhere on planet mars
rupi kaur could never
I'm just trying to figure out how to voice the million thoughts going through my head at every moment
where do i even begin/ the feel of your love/ crawling under my skin
18/M/The abyss of life
All of this (except a few) are not just poems, but a journal, so I can share my growth
call me nata, im a ~s a d b o y~ No, non mi interessa la lingua, ma cerco di creare splendidamente ~l o v ...
Oh how the gentle wind
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