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Mini proses (or just writing pieces) that are too small to be it's own story.

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it's impossible. the thought of them spirals around me like a reminder that i'm nothing but a leaf flying away but still lands into their hands only for them to crush me. It rings in my head like they're trying to call out my name like they care but they don't. They never will.


Even if i was like the morning, i would never want to be awake long enough to look at the sun and know it can kill you. I would rather be the night. Something that has that tiny chance to kill you but it doesn't want to, it wants to love you. it's so calming and while i try to avoid the morning, i look straight up at the moon and cherish it.

I love the night and yet i never want to see it. Because the night reminds me of the morning.

The afternoon is the best. It's between the morning and the night, so i never have to see either. I can see what i want.