every word i write
feels drenched in melancholy
the downpour of sadness
is tiresome in its monotony
"i want to be loved"
still getting over the last one
where do i find self-love?
perhaps somewhere in the burning sun
a grieving loneliness
the loss of oneself
hoping that somewhere
in the emptiness, i’ll find myself
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Brycycle (
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love this
thank you💗
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