A Promise Named Lie
I am awake , wide awake. The oil in my lamp is slowly vanishing into thin air, my hair smell like fresh daisies and my hands …Empty!...
A Promise Named Lie
She
Where Are You?
Existentia
Love's Bygone
Funny thing we call, Life
Mental Health & Recovering Times
Thoughts
An Unknown Desire
She/Her
There are days
The End
Gems We Call Tears
Random Rant
Mental Health: A Positive study
Teach Me Sin
Life’s a Fight
The Bohemian
Everyone has a story to tell!
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