Y (oct.)

— to others, nothing
but an empty vase
waiting
to be filled
with sorrows and
worries, when albeit
i am already brimming

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Ema. Twenty-something. Panromantic asexual. University student, artist and writer. Proud feminist. View all posts by thetasteofwrittenwords

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