exhausted
with the killings
of my own mind
i bared my soul
to my reflection.
— i fear their judgement.
| venflorive |
BINABASA MO ANG
In a Field of Dried Lavender and Rose Petals
Short Storyconversation, short story and poetry there was a girl who loved picturing out the world through her words- through poetry. and she always writes silly things in her little notebook which she always carries whenever she goes. however, on a sunny morn...
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exhausted
with the killings
of my own mind
i bared my soul
to my reflection.
— i fear their judgement.
| venflorive |
