I've become a girl of logic now, of black and white. I've met a broken soul, I've tasted the sunshine of a purgatory. I'm not the same anymore. I've talked to a folklore, a torn story. I carry it in my anatomy now. I've to tell this tale. I sit next to the carcass of my soul and write my... Read more
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Submitted on 28 Jun, 2019 at 04:04 AM
He spoke like two different people at the same time, like two different characters. The dividing line between those two ...
Submitted on 28 Jun, 2019 at 03:56 AM
Relationships, maybe, is not about lovers for lovers erode when the wind and weariness of time blow over them. Relations...
Submitted on 28 Jun, 2019 at 03:54 AM
Don't care about a broken soul. I burnt myself out. I look pathetic. I feel dead. I wish to give myself a funeral. Don't...
Submitted on 27 Jun, 2019 at 10:33 AM
After a hundred tomorrows from today, your memories will still buzz like fireflies inside my bones, struggling to escape...
Submitted on 27 Jun, 2019 at 10:31 AM