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It's a snowman. Like, a really poorly put together snowman with a crooked smile and one of its stick arms is falling out. You chuckle to yourself. The kids of the neighborhood must have gotten a snow day. How cute. You climb back into bed and let the blankets warm you up. Burr! Winter sure was cold!! Good thing it's the middle of the night and you still had plenty of hours before you had to go to work.

You wake up, it’s dark. Your apartment is freezing. You remove the blankets off from on top of you and a shock wave of cold zips up your spine. You look out your window and see it… just… there looking at you.

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I wrote a lot about toxic love when I was younger. For a long time it was my main topic. Unfortunately I’ve gone through a lot of toxic and abusive relationships. I guess that’s why I wrote about it so much. So fair warning, it shows up in a lot of my stuff. Doesn’t mean I support it or encourage it. I simply wrote what I was feeling in the moment and now I’m sharing those feelings. I look back on a lot of my stuff and wish I was different. But the past created me and I create to tell the past.

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ah, another ramble about Ideal One. 

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Untitled. 

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excuse my faux edgelordiness. sometimes you just gotta be emo.

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Dear Alec

I miss you. 

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"The moon is the tombstone of dreamers, and the stars are all those that are buried."

-Chesh (spring, 2019)