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MELANCHOLY | pensive sadness đ this melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget i even exist. Here, in the pages I find myself, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.
one ,
an anchor to my heart\
I live here
sometimes.
The spaces in between
nothing and everything all at once.
I am the anchor to
my own freedom.
I am the middle,
waiting to be discovered and lost
all at once.
I am not broken
nor whole,
but my heart is waiting
to be held by hands.
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Three movies you could watch on repeat?
(Misery, House of Wax, and Dawn of the Dead.)
May
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