vincaWhisper

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i, ophéliemy colours have become muddy, confused and foul / but now it is our song that winds will howl / crea
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Aug 1, 2022
a welcome addictionpain fills me up / from my stomach to my skull / souffrance come une smoke / thick and bleak and bla
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Jul 9, 2022
contaminated by youbrain is a strange little place / a real mess of barbed wires and dead ends / a set of connections m
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Jun 12, 2022
to all my co-starsHas my skull ever really been a home to you? / Or was it too cold, too surreal? / You weren't comple
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Aug 31, 2019
simplicity of not so simple thingsWe all have favorites / there is no use in denying that. / It is simple. / Yet I can't put my finger
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Feb 10, 2019
musingsweetest dream, / masterpiece of mine / that I live to perfect, / to sculpt, to polish. / sweetest d
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Feb 7, 2019
primary questionisn't it so painfully obvious / that's an illusion which your / wicked mind presents you / in a dish
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Feb 2, 2019
Purgatorial SelfIt's me who should know better / It's me who should make the sacrifice / It's me who should be stron
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Jan 23, 2019
PlacelessYou know you have no place among them. / They fit and form a breathtaking picture / like pieces of a
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Jan 20, 2019
An introductionHello, I'm Vinca / you are not going to like me / and I will hate myself / so please, fuck off. / (a
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Jan 20, 2019
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