Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.

Undiscovered 👈👈👈

Sometimes I can write decently… I rarely re-share my own works because I haven’t took a break or stopped writing or fell on writer’s block

But I should re-visit my writings and get them on TikTok so TikTok can threaten to remove all my content and keep me on a low vibrational frequency like all these other apps do… 

It’s a re-post, so if you want to read the poem, you gotta click that little hyperlink above ✌️

Also, I’m sorry for my terrible behavior in the blogging community, I was full of fucking big Pharma and suicidal

Now I’m dying young and homicidal and suicidal

But I’m working closely with my therapist 👀

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