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everyone likes my song，but they don't like me! of course i'm a genius! the song i compose are masterpieces，haha! i loved them but they didn't even like me，did they? i didn't even notice! it's so funny! i thought i was receiving love.
November 14, 2025 at 2:00 PM
everyone likes my song，but they don't like me! of course i'm a genius! the song i compose are masterpieces，haha! i loved them but they didn't even like me，did they? i didn't even notice! it's so funny! i thought i was receiving love.
i desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
November 14, 2025 at 11:00 AM
i desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
i am tired of loving you. i am tired of grasping grief like a root in the stumbling dark.
November 14, 2025 at 8:02 AM
i am tired of loving you. i am tired of grasping grief like a root in the stumbling dark.
the moon will sing a song for me， i loved you like the sun. i bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. i shine only with the light you gave me， i shine only with the light you gave me.
November 14, 2025 at 5:00 AM
the moon will sing a song for me， i loved you like the sun. i bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. i shine only with the light you gave me， i shine only with the light you gave me.
against my body， your body lay like a warm soft star.
November 14, 2025 at 2:00 AM
against my body， your body lay like a warm soft star.
color bleeds， so make it work for you. gravity pulls， so make it work for you.
November 13, 2025 at 11:00 PM
color bleeds， so make it work for you. gravity pulls， so make it work for you.
i was not a lovable child， and i'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul， and it'd be a scribble with fangs.
November 13, 2025 at 8:02 PM
i was not a lovable child， and i'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul， and it'd be a scribble with fangs.
name one hero who was happy. you can't.
November 13, 2025 at 5:00 PM
name one hero who was happy. you can't.
to me，the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. what matters is you，not the state of you.
November 13, 2025 at 2:01 PM
to me，the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. what matters is you，not the state of you.
an eye for an eye， a leg for a leg. a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak.
November 13, 2025 at 11:01 AM
an eye for an eye， a leg for a leg. a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak.
let’s embrace each other， even if we are doomed.
November 13, 2025 at 8:02 AM
let’s embrace each other， even if we are doomed.
i don't understand why people insist on going all out to try and prove that their existence is more valuable than everyone else's. to exist in the first place is a beautiful thing, and that's enough... isn't it?
November 13, 2025 at 5:00 AM
i don't understand why people insist on going all out to try and prove that their existence is more valuable than everyone else's. to exist in the first place is a beautiful thing, and that's enough... isn't it?
it's like we're sinking， it's like we're melting.
November 13, 2025 at 2:00 AM
it's like we're sinking， it's like we're melting.
should i be grateful or should i curse the fact that despite all misfortune i can still feel love?
November 12, 2025 at 11:00 PM
should i be grateful or should i curse the fact that despite all misfortune i can still feel love?
i'm willing to be whatever you want me to be， whether it's friends， lovers， or both. i just know that i want to be in your life， exist in your orbit， as long as you'll have me.
November 12, 2025 at 8:02 PM
i'm willing to be whatever you want me to be， whether it's friends， lovers， or both. i just know that i want to be in your life， exist in your orbit， as long as you'll have me.
even if no words get exchanged， seeing his eyes dyed blue is enough to make me happy.
November 12, 2025 at 5:00 PM
even if no words get exchanged， seeing his eyes dyed blue is enough to make me happy.
i am sick of myself trying to give shape to all this sorrow， all this rage， all this loss， and failing.
November 12, 2025 at 2:01 PM
i am sick of myself trying to give shape to all this sorrow， all this rage， all this loss， and failing.
you realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. and i think， you know， this is the last act of loving someone. and you realize that it will never end.
November 12, 2025 at 11:01 AM
you realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. and i think， you know， this is the last act of loving someone. and you realize that it will never end.
i truly hope your heart rots when you think of me.
November 12, 2025 at 8:01 AM
i truly hope your heart rots when you think of me.
did you hear about that mother? broke her daughter's legs in two and said， it's too dangerous out there to walk， so i had to save you.
November 12, 2025 at 5:00 AM
did you hear about that mother? broke her daughter's legs in two and said， it's too dangerous out there to walk， so i had to save you.
but i can see us lost in the memory， august slipped away like a moment in time， cause it was never mine. and i can see us twisted in bedsheets， august sipped away， like a bottle of wine， cause you were never mine.
November 12, 2025 at 2:00 AM
but i can see us lost in the memory， august slipped away like a moment in time， cause it was never mine. and i can see us twisted in bedsheets， august sipped away， like a bottle of wine， cause you were never mine.
your arms， my home， my breath， my god.
November 11, 2025 at 11:00 PM
your arms， my home， my breath， my god.
that's right ... i am not alone.
November 11, 2025 at 8:01 PM
that's right ... i am not alone.
you are my sun， my moon， and all of my stars.
November 11, 2025 at 5:00 PM
you are my sun， my moon， and all of my stars.
the people who love us scratch us， and what is love， anyway? it's claw marks， scratches， scars， traces someone leaves inside of you.
November 11, 2025 at 2:01 PM
the people who love us scratch us， and what is love， anyway? it's claw marks， scratches， scars， traces someone leaves inside of you.