[ 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 ii of an album will remember
nostalgia-filled seashells
Look at the sand, feel the sea wind in your hair and waves of nostalgia rolling over your toes like the ocean. Collect the shells along the shore, shells of all sizes and shapes, of all textures and patterns.
Anything within these shells are nostalgia, whether its sand, pearls, or nothingness...
