another voice echoing into the internet void; or, an attempt to pour out all that percolates in me- profound, silly, authentic, cliche, etc
s.n.b
why does writing always feel like im lying to myself?
mostly a voyeur, occasionally brave enough to write thoughts down myself
Substack is never getting a drop of my genius ever again <3 mwah
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