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girls will be like hm this song reminds me of the most tragic thing that has happened to me I think I'll listen to it on loop
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my number one skill is being sooo cute and my number two skill is the ancient curse
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remember to pay attention to me btw. remember to pay attention and to be in love with me. btw. right now
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Can someone please remove my curse i am begging you
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the world is a better place with trans women in it
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keepsake 🦪
✸ limited edition print ✸
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𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🫐 *ੈ.
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Cursed to always think girls are just being friendly instead of flirting, lol 😅
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some days i wake up and i wish i hadn’t. / because all i can think about is what’s ahead of me. / sure there will be good times, i hope. / but i will also have to witness the people i love leave forever. / and it hurts because i love them and they don’t know me. / i am hidden. locked away behind compartments my brain has made to keep me alive and keep me safe. / my parents have never met their sons (or their daughters. or the entities.) and they never will. because they will look at me as the product of their failure. not who i am. who we are. / they will never see me as the stained glass portrait of everything that i am. they will only see shattered glass and wonder who’s fault it was, who broke it first, who broke it the hardest. / why i “chose” to be stained glass and not an unbroken picture. / they are not proud of me. they can’t even see me. / they see the ghost of a daughter they didn’t raise. they see her flickering behind this face and think that she is still waiting. unhurt, and loved, and perfect. / everything that we are not. / that little girl they “love” killed herself to survive them. over and over again. / she looked in the mirror and shot herself in the head. she ate cereal and kicked the chair out from under her. she waved goodbye and let the water fill her lungs.
we are a haunting they aren’t aware of. / we are a grave they never visit. / they don’t believe in ghosts.
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perhaps I’ll tell the story by soresense
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as i remember you
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do you still remember? 
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