A Collection of Spectacles


There is no room for scathing remarks anymore, whereas I could once see myself expelling loaded words everywhere, then trying to backtrack and pick up the remains. But, being scatterbrained so frequently is the product of immaturity, and it is something that should be left behind. Back to the original point, back to mentioning my forwardness with men. Every so often, I am brought back to the same place I started, solitude, but each time I revisit having learned something new.

There is more than one way to love like adore care for a person.

One day, someone will appreciate my words. Someday, someone will appreciate my words.

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