Poems from 3ves.the.font

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- Fave subject: Math - Fantasy and Scifi lover - Dungeonmaster - Homestuck Writeblr/Tumblr: @versesfortomorrow
The true tragedy is thatonly one of us ever has control over the vocal cords. ~ You speak in sobs and whimpers.You come to me with twisting...
I still don’t know what it means to be my own.   EXT. THE BEACH - DAY Elliot stands on the edge of the shore. The water is bright. The wind...
I bury you with all the other girls.The other mistakes,the other regrets and rejects,I bury you nine feet below the ground,covering you in...
When I wrote her love songs, you cried because they were “Just that good.” And I was falling and falling and falling. And when I wrote my...
Dear Me From Three Years Ago, The Me Of Christmas Past: I know that thirteen is an unlucky age to be - that thirteen year old me is a...

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