24||t h a t ' s o r a w u n d e r n e a t h m y s k i n
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"The memories of the past, or what's left of them anyway, are swept away by the wind, leaving an empty feeling of hollowness inside; a clean slate to start fresh anew where I am not a reflection of whom you made me, but rather one of whom I truly am underneath that false persona I flash around."
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2.2 || Lueur
Poetry*completed* ○• LUEUR ○• (French : Glow) •Words spun into quotes Sentences dripping in gold Alphabets turned into sentences Each with a story of their own ○•I present to you LUEUR, a book whose drowning pages breathed life when waves of ink crashed...