Lovecraftian
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𓂃 ࣪⠀
You're like that girl from the bathtub scene. You live so many lives. You've got fate-laced eyes. You're just a charming weapon. Nothing with everything. But you're their girl. Their starlet. Their prize.
I've likened myself to a fawn because I cling to innocence, sacrifice, and tenderness as my beacons of meaning. There's danger in being too soft for too long. Even tenderness learns to break. In reality, I think I'm more of a lop-eared rabbit. Or a kitten clinging after cream.
I wear a blouse wanting to feel like a supporting character in an Italian B-movie. I end up feeling like a man going to a hardware store looking for laminate flooring. I want to be light, but I feel so, so heavy sometimes. I love books for divination.
I need to choose peace this time. I need to let myself go elegantly for once. I'm far too obsessed with eternalization. I let all else wither away like feathered petals off a flower picked too soon.
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