i fear resting although my body always craved for it. the same way i have always craved sweets but had to push it away for fear of extra calories. i hated horrors fearing the images would come haunt me before i sleep. i fear travelling all alone in the night because i always imagine boys at that time are all evil. i hated going in a convenience store alone for fear of having to talk to the saleslady. i hated going to bookstores if i'm unsure the book i wanted to buy would be there. i hated eating out alone for fear people would think weird of me.
these are all weird facts but it makes me me. others could hate it about me, others could love it about me. but do their opinions matter?
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butter fly thoughts
Poetryfor when the butterfly comes and my words with it, hope it reaches you and your soul. a four-part collection of just words with feelings. might not be for everyone. ✐ DISCLAIMER: May contain mature content. Read at your own risk.
