Revamped an old short story of mine: https://www.wattpad.com/story/318163968

“I can’t cry, I’m too anxious / restless mind, I can’t shake this / said I’m fine, but we both know I’m faking / I’m not feeling numb / I’m just feeling everything at once” - everything at once by Mothica.

“How many times can I break til I shatter?” Shattered by O.A.R.

…you were my sun, and I stared straight into you, squinting, like I wanted you to be the last thing I ever saw.

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excerpts from forgotten journals ~2010

“Grew up so afraid of all these bed time stories / read them like a warning / forever wasn't for me / 'til I met you” - Bedtime Stories by Mothica.

The more expensive you buy them
the more valuable they'll become.

God is our collective
Out of time and space.

...we killed those darlings on social platform poetry

Humble heroes are so clear
no one can see them.

Do not let them define you by your gender, because then they shackle you with that