growing up
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19 jan 25. 1:08pm i have so many posts that i’ve started and not finished. i’m gonna make this one a lil impefect in terms of grammar and english, but i’m really putting my heart into it. i adore friendship with my whole heart and soul. it is literally the reason for my existence, the
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Evil perspectives echo through my head Of so-called candor cloaking comparison and hatred Calculated laughter, condescension as the intent Credit intimacy and comfort as excuses to treat me like I’m less // I don’t usually believe in public displays of affection or emotion Breakdowns are reserved for moments of desperate isolation I’m trying so hard
Portmantle 