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yea exactly the title

This is when I lose all of my Artistic prowess… When words are boiling, Too bloated with high. The altitude receding From my diagonal po..

This day, It’s a slim thing. The bottled nose-creatures They play. While I so slender, In my speech. Chew on diamonds, with deformed And..

They harden my emotions, Pulling loose the strands from My clothes. Unwrapped, the tide That crashed onto my knees I buckle, The blue It&rsqu..

~when I was missing someone~

-you know when regret eats at your head, and it seems like you can't escape it?-

-This is the kind of love I'd like to find someday-

- it's a void, let it mean whatever it wants to, for me it's fear of my future.-

Sumi Writing