Unrequited, Unspoke
It was private glances before it was saved up, unspent dowries. That was before the unsent gifts, the finished portraits under heavy canvas, sketches crossed out and erased, missed courting appointment, unsent letters, flowers in gardens left unpicked, confessions left unsaid.
Now it's an overflowing notes app.
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Everywhere I turn, I feel like I'm not allowed. That won't stop me from going. 2022 Edit: This became an unrequited love thing lmaooo hope i have strong feelings about literally anything else
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