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these aren't my things. this isn't my house. this isn't my bed. this isn't my castle. none of this– none of this really belongs to me. it was never meant for me. i was never a ruler，was never royalty. i'm just nobody.
November 30, 2025 at 2:10 AM
these aren't my things. this isn't my house. this isn't my bed. this isn't my castle. none of this– none of this really belongs to me. it was never meant for me. i was never a ruler，was never royalty. i'm just nobody.
i would not long for heaven or for earth more than i'd wish to stay there touched and touching you.
November 29, 2025 at 11:10 PM
i would not long for heaven or for earth more than i'd wish to stay there touched and touching you.
if you try to save someone you can't save， you'll both end up sinking.
November 29, 2025 at 8:10 PM
if you try to save someone you can't save， you'll both end up sinking.
i am a demanding creature. i am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. but i am your servant. when you starve i will feed you; when you are sick i will tend you. i crawl at your feet. for you alone i will be weak.
November 29, 2025 at 5:10 PM
i am a demanding creature. i am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. but i am your servant. when you starve i will feed you; when you are sick i will tend you. i crawl at your feet. for you alone i will be weak.
it’s revolting. the thought of someone falling for a person like me.
November 29, 2025 at 2:10 PM
it’s revolting. the thought of someone falling for a person like me.
then i wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart， if i could see you， once more to see you.
November 29, 2025 at 11:10 AM
then i wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart， if i could see you， once more to see you.
i'm sorry that on that day， the day you were shut out and left to die， no one was there to lift you up in their arms the way you lifted others into yours.
November 29, 2025 at 8:10 AM
i'm sorry that on that day， the day you were shut out and left to die， no one was there to lift you up in their arms the way you lifted others into yours.
died bit by bit without noticing.
November 29, 2025 at 5:10 AM
died bit by bit without noticing.
your bones are only painted gold. that's why it rots beneath your soul. you're not as brave as you may seem.
November 29, 2025 at 2:10 AM
your bones are only painted gold. that's why it rots beneath your soul. you're not as brave as you may seem.
i wish you stayed but i don't think you'd like how i've changed.
November 28, 2025 at 11:10 PM
i wish you stayed but i don't think you'd like how i've changed.
to whom do i owe the biggest apology? no one's been crueler than i've been to me.
November 28, 2025 at 8:10 PM
to whom do i owe the biggest apology? no one's been crueler than i've been to me.
no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.
November 28, 2025 at 5:10 PM
no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.
i'm begging you ... don't let me kill you just yet.
November 28, 2025 at 2:10 PM
i'm begging you ... don't let me kill you just yet.
apparently they used to be good friends... well， good friends who were bad for each other. together， they did something bad——something terrible. it led to horrific consequences.
November 28, 2025 at 11:10 AM
apparently they used to be good friends... well， good friends who were bad for each other. together， they did something bad——something terrible. it led to horrific consequences.
i'll quiet down if it's what you want. i understand i'm not the only one for you.
November 28, 2025 at 8:11 AM
i'll quiet down if it's what you want. i understand i'm not the only one for you.
i watch him in the kitchen， and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is， how almost unbearable. it's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.
November 28, 2025 at 5:10 AM
i watch him in the kitchen， and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is， how almost unbearable. it's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.
do not pity yourself. if you wallow in self–pity， life will be an endless nightmare.
November 27, 2025 at 11:10 PM
do not pity yourself. if you wallow in self–pity， life will be an endless nightmare.
‘are you leaving?! just like that?! everything we did together was meaningless to you?!” ᛤ ‘it wasn't meaningless. to me， you have become my closest friend.’
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 PM
‘are you leaving?! just like that?! everything we did together was meaningless to you?!” ᛤ ‘it wasn't meaningless. to me， you have become my closest friend.’
i've wasted so much time becoming nothing.
November 27, 2025 at 5:10 PM
i've wasted so much time becoming nothing.
when he laughed， he looked very different when he was before. i could pass him off as a child. he was like a lost child who had finally found his home.
November 27, 2025 at 2:10 PM
when he laughed， he looked very different when he was before. i could pass him off as a child. he was like a lost child who had finally found his home.
i love you. i'll write it in waves. in skies. in my heart. you'll never see， but you will know. i'll be all the poets，i'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn，and every time love's written it will be to you.
November 27, 2025 at 11:10 AM
i love you. i'll write it in waves. in skies. in my heart. you'll never see， but you will know. i'll be all the poets，i'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn，and every time love's written it will be to you.
i'll hold onto your glove.
November 27, 2025 at 8:11 AM
i'll hold onto your glove.
perhaps i am no one. true， i have a body and i cannot escape from it. i would like to fly out of my head， but that is out of the question.
November 27, 2025 at 5:10 AM
perhaps i am no one. true， i have a body and i cannot escape from it. i would like to fly out of my head， but that is out of the question.
this is as deep as your inner world gets， and what do i find? your memories of him.
November 27, 2025 at 2:10 AM
this is as deep as your inner world gets， and what do i find? your memories of him.