Recent Ramblings
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Fiction

I wonder, if the way we we av e our stories leaves any room for truth.

trying

The vacant cavern within me only grows, with every failed attempt at connection. With every cruel reminder, that I will never measure up.

no name #5

if you wake up really early, the city is almost pretty. with sleep-filled eyes and cotton candy skies,

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