Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Wʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ

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ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ:

my dearest starshine

I remember those days where you question if I've written pieces for you. I did, my love. For you, i let myself bleed and use that as ink for these pieces.

I've compiled all the words I bled out for the last time and narrowed them to 20 pieces just for you. Do enjoy bathing in it, my little one.

And although our paths have been chosen, I still dream of the day where my path will once again lead to you.