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fresh roots
thorns softenstems breakflowers burna garden bed suffocatesyour ashes i will no longer take
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nothing means nothing
in a world where everything means something,is a world where nothing means nothing.
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messy & living
I just know that it wasn’t always this way — living in a white noise world of man-made machines with dead eyes.
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365 days ago
This isn’t only a space for me to share my creative writing. It’s also a space to just dump my innermost thoughts and feelings, for better or worse, and perhaps make you feel less alone in yours.
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