now i’m so weighed down by all my past skins that i can barely glide through the grass anymore. instead i am heaving myself, blade to blade, just to make it to my next meal.
enough is enough.
Read Morenow i’m so weighed down by all my past skins that i can barely glide through the grass anymore. instead i am heaving myself, blade to blade, just to make it to my next meal.
enough is enough.
Read Moremy writing deserves my value and appreciation of it. my art deserves not to be rushed. my creations deserve the time to incubate and grow just like i do. so do yours.
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