entlush? bet

THINE SWINE HATH BETTER RIZZ THAN THEE!

THOU GORGON!

YOU LITTLE PEOPLE PLEASING BUFFOON OF A PISSANT, THOU SHALT OTHERWISE BE GUILTY OF THY MOTHERS TEARS

then jus tell her that tbh

do you not like her

oh

whats her tag?

and not calling doesnt make u a bad friend

or jus dont pick up

make an excuse

have a whimsical day my dude

bye cyan

maybe your mom started tracking your device

or maybe youre rlly busy

say you have bad interenet

or doing hw

say your exhausted\

or that ig

or put it on airplance mode

then unconnect ur internet

call

dw about it

hang up

soft as this feeling of love for it, A tear drops, melding with the morning dew settling into the flowers stems. This, this is truly beauty.

inducing the same drunken state of delectation for many sould before me. As I look to the point of blindness, the vivid, rich view of petals,

Freedom. The scent of the floral air fresh in my mind, washing away my mind with the same rain water that has cycled through these budding joys for a millenia,

YEAHH

i think

we talked like last night or sum

SOL HII HII

i pulled half that poem out my ass btw

WHATT

YOU TOLD ME THIS ONEEE

IK YOU PURPLE

oh I HEARD THIS ONE

actions for many a cycle, to meet the heavens that have bound me with this string of puppets, flying into the skies. That feather, the burden of the dove to carry out the now dead dreams of the cold w

As my narrowing mind shatters, a piece of the broken down rubble flies away; a repressed feather from the dove in my memories, my past. As it lifts, sailing through the dark cloud that has shrouded my

ill send one of mine

yeah?