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dramatization & existentialism
guavapastry
12 episodes
2 days ago
welcome to my humble collection of poetry! this is all far too intimate to be being shared publicly with the world, but here were are! most poems about love, discovery of self, my pursuit of happiness, and dealing with my impending fear of the fleetingness of my youth
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welcome to my humble collection of poetry! this is all far too intimate to be being shared publicly with the world, but here were are! most poems about love, discovery of self, my pursuit of happiness, and dealing with my impending fear of the fleetingness of my youth
Show more...
Personal Journals
Society & Culture
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betty
dramatization & existentialism
1 minute 5 seconds
4 years ago
betty
to the last person i loved. the one who ruined it for me. the one who humbled me. i haven't properly dealt with you in my mind yet. you just kind of sit there - fading some days, glowing on others. you'll always be my betty though. i remember the last time i heard your voice and saw your lips. ily.
dramatization & existentialism
welcome to my humble collection of poetry! this is all far too intimate to be being shared publicly with the world, but here were are! most poems about love, discovery of self, my pursuit of happiness, and dealing with my impending fear of the fleetingness of my youth