Self belief is a rollercoaster ride and i was born with motion sickness

all the keepnotes that couldn’t turn into poems // i. i miss sleeping next to the sienna-eyed boy i love. look at me – a poetic monster – the country continues to scream elegies while┬ái hunt for reverbed playlists to mute this black-mooned loneliness. i am tired of my affair with bedroom air. ii. can …

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