I hate the sun.
it reminds me every day
that there's a way out of darkness
and I don't know how to get there.
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notes app of a teenage girl
PoetryI depend on words and commas: a sleepy french toast and my lover's perfect flaws. a collection of poems, songs, thoughts, stories, and made-up scenarios of an Italian queer teenage girl who finds comfort in writing. I apologize for any errors, engli...
text note 09/23
I hate the sun.
it reminds me every day
that there's a way out of darkness
and I don't know how to get there.
