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after all these days... It’s the feeling of suffocation mid-way where you know you’ll die eventually but you struggle anyway. I’m not...

cherry poppins. Candied apples and twinkling lights; how did it happen and why did I bite? From sweet dispositions and sour fright, who...

3:00am. Maybe I don’t talk to you because it pains me to share the pain you feel Maybe I distract myself so I don’t hear your cries for...

It’s the blood, rushing to my face. right there, where it hurts. It’s the steady rising of my chest, beating harder as it wanders to the...