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I want to say I love you With our gorgeous smile And put our hearts on trial I want to say I love you With our infectious laughter Is it our souls we are after I want to say I love you With our joyful happiness Turning our world into sappiness I want to say I love you With our kindness an...

This is the hug my inner child needs... #ROSECLUB #TheHugINeeded #leaderreview #curatorreview The Hug I Needed The Hug I still "Need" like I did before Cover Image not mine, poem aesthetic is made by me

愛 . . . ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ posted once before on the udnertale amino,, same . #featurethis #leaderreview #curatorreview ⠀⠀⠀⠀⋮𖤐⋮⠀⠀⠀⠀────────────── ⠀⠀ ⠀title ;; tale of warning. ⠀⠀⠀ start date ;; febur...

Part I ° ° ° :round_pushpin: : Wedding hall Wedding night ° "Alright, let's dance." I've let a few things slip that often left on her face a reddish tinge With a handful of friends watching-- the rumors then ...

Note: -This revolves around my sister's wedding party -Each stanza describes an event in a discontinued form compared to the previous one. -At the top of each stanza, i will pinpoint ( :round_pushpin: ) their respective locations and stage period. ° ° ° ...

To everyone who has ever doubted me, It started when I was young, fresh blood, new mind, I was pulled out of something unsung, i was being taught how to hold my heart close to my chest and bite hard on my tongue, bite so hard that my words spill out on paper in red, bite so hard that...

”what does lonely look like?” They asked with lights and cameras pointing at me i am stripped from my protective layer of clothing that covers me from head to toe The stage is shining through my body and I am an open canvas ”what does lonely look like?” wide eyed and shaken I ...

I know what the monsters can see after all, they are all knowing All their victims are the same a toy that doesn’t have feeling anyway they dig their claws into the nooks and crannies, pushing and squeezing, pulling and yanking and breaking his hands are quickly flanking C...

#1331 This is the canvas with no artist Where color is sentient without the requirement of living happily Colors die as the radiance of the day fades into an emotionless absence of vibrancy A fiery array of arching clouds and vanishing hues that perpetuate the cooling of the temperature Everything ...

#1298 Left behind to rot in this place Forsaken in the name of the spirit, for it is all that is left of me A broken specter in the form of something with flesh Living but not quite amongst the living Dead from the inside out of a corrupted skeleton I’ve got a paradoxical sense of humor The land...