Puisque nous n’avons
qu’une seule et unique vie, ayons mille
et une histoires d’amour…
V. H. SCORP
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All there is left is salt in my mouth
My regrets and my wounds
My red eyes and the banging in my head
I travel further and end up nowhere.
I stumble on my sorrows, fall on my mistakes
Tumble down the alleys, the roads and the highways,
But here I stand further in this place
Where light creeps and makes shadows of my darkest days
I walk further on this road i paved
With my brittle hands that're soar with pain
Enticed my shadows follow me in vain.
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rina. \\ it/its, she/her, or lethal/lethality/lethalityself. \\ twenty-two.
i’m a system host; different emojis indicate different fronters. my emoji is the knife (🔪).
please read my carrd.
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