Why do emotions feel so alien?
‘[...] To feel nothing, so as not to feel anything...’
My hair is silver with touches of purple green and blue. It's my birthday hair for tomorrow :)
Why are we so cautious in every situation? Why don't we take risks? It doesn't make sense.
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We don't know what we truly have, until it's gone.
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This is a day-to-day fight with my brain.
Not a proper example of it, but a piece inspired by the Bop Poem structure.
a letter from society, to women. convicting them, while it's them who made the problem.<br/><br/>(in other words how society thinks, rough draft might make a bette one.)
I don't like name calling for my personality.
What if one day there’s nothing left of me to correct?