Sometimes still I become the middle-schooler again, so uncomfortable in her own skin, she must deny herself for the sake of practicality, realism, and survival in such an unnatural capitalist system, and it's a bittersweet feeling, quite tragic in fact, as I watch the truest form of myself cease to exist, suffocated by masks and mirrors, lipstick staining the bottom edges of my teeth.
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sunflower [ poetry/ proses/ quotes]
Poetry✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious stars ✿ [Ranked highest #1 in poems] ACHIEVEMENTS ♡ #1 in writings on 16.0...