:sparkles: Hiatus :sparkles:

Thy Corn hath disappeared into a :sparkles: Hiatus :sparkles:

I’m not talking ‘bout boys

I’m talking ‘bout girls

They’re so pretty with their

button-up shirts

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╰╮ Corna Spellman here៹ ꜜ

          looks like you found

          my rambling bio ◡̈

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         :sunflower: Night Star, lost 24/7

         › › The Bois⇘

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         :pencil2: My mind runs with

                The words I can

                 Never say out loud

                My emotions written

                 In my poems ꜜ

                Dear no one

                                feel my soul :sunrise:

:warning: This bio is a personal home for my thoughts. They can dig deep into caves unknown. This is a warning, these thoughts do not mean any offence but may trigger some. :warning:

Triggers: Depression

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I wander around this vibrant wood alongside my sorrel steed, who is just as wondrous and magnificent as the woods that surround us. His soft snorts fill my ears... a soothing noise among the almost silent trees. His confident steps matching with mine. The soft jangle of my spurs, the squeaking of leather, and the sorrel’s occasional soft sighs are all I need. Growing adventurous, I clamor on top of a log. I swing my leg over the saddle and adjust myself. We sit there for a second, taking in all of nature’s beauty. Gently brushing my right spur into his soft belly, my boy sets off into a smooth lope. His head was down, his ears perked, the steady rhythm of his hooves. This all simply strengthens my deep love and affection for him. We wander the cozy woods for quite some time, enjoying each other’s presence. This is home. This is my love.

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I feel like I’m suffocating in the expectations of my own mind. Trapped and scared in this dark hole I call my head. Unable to cope, I feel so blind. Sometimes wishing I was better off d**d. Though, there are some lights in my dark. Ruining my soft skin. They’ll only leave a nasty mark. Leaving me feeling my sin. I know it’s all made up and untrue. Nobody feels like home anymore, and I can’t seem to find it. It’s all the same, all new.

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The soft ocean blue eyes met mine. Unable to hold the I look away. Panic and something else builds up. What is this?

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I used to shine brighter than the sun

But over time

My light was taken away

Used for their own selfish reasons

Leaving me with scars

And the craving for

The pillowy darkness that

Looms over everything

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Dear nobody,

Hear me cry

To the everlasting moon

Hoping one day

I’d find my light

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Oh, her pretty ocean eyes,

Prettier than a thousand skies

They melt my heart,

Making me miss them every second we are apart..

She closed her eyes in the symphony of love,

As pure as the clouds above

I gently kiss her soft lips,

Her kiss as rare as an eclipse

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I slowly wrap my hands around her waist,

All my thoughts slowly erased

Tears slip down my face,

I hear her heart race..

We cuddle until the sun’s light licks the mountaintops,

I hug her until my heart stops

I weep,

As the illness begins to creep

Down my spine and over my head,

Am I truly dead?

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:skull:

Here lies Gwen’s grave

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I guess Lydia deserves a grave too 🙄

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Credits ~

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Thank you Gwen for making this bio and aesthetic 🥰