[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞
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a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a...
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part iii of an album will remember
untold stories of how the lost got found and how the found got lost
Sitting on deserted zebra stripes over a glass road. There is a hole through you. When you reach in your hand is surrounded with an abyss of darkness...
Will you ever get found?
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"I will find you when you're feeling lost in a crowded room
when you're feeling lonely in an ocean of people"
→ question of the day
what are some times that you have felt lost before?
