Waiting is a sadness fading into madness
My confessions may appear unpleasant, yet they align with my destiny. My lips are dried. Just thinking of you. I pay you all possible tribute.
By Mustafa The Pretty9 days ago in Poets
I may have outrageous vision issues, or my mirror is spooky by a Lovecraftian element twisting my feeling of the real world, yet: I assume I look great. Thing is, I don't think any other person shares that view.
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