I'd do nothing again
I'll lie here wastless
Cos this heart of mine is restless, shaking breathless.
This is insane!
I beg to not feel a thing; emotions and it's fickleness
Preshy πππ
POEM: A Lucky year .
What a lucky year
And a bunch of tongue-twisting affirmations
Hollow ended experiences
Toxic man-eating relationships
Rib-crushing griefs
And shape-shifting Kleptocrats that everyone is too afraid to call out!
Can someone please say me a Mass?
Preshy.