Imperfect Poetry: Burnt Red Flowers
▲ Thursday Feb 21One more day to February
Two more weeks till the bitter Holiday
Placing bets that I’ll be alone that night
No guarantee, but I’m drowned in negativity
I’ll tell myself, I’m happy all alone
Keep your problems solemnly to yourself
But lately I’ve been missing having a space here next to me
Warmer than the air that currently surrounds me.
I plan on being a MILF, one day.
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Monday Feb 11
▲ Friday Feb 8hey this is just a very normal and serious text post with no hidden meaning whatsoever
that’s good to know
damn it
