I ruin everything.

Birds, unaware of the concept of falling, navigate the air with instinctual grace, reminding us of the weightlessness of existence.

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In middle school I would go to the graveyard down the road to escape the weight of my heavy world. Here's a short poem I wrote about those times.

24 April, 2024 - SadTyler03 | 0 Comments

The sun's gentle rays cast shadows long, as I lingered, amidst the graves, forlorn, seeking solace in the stillness, where I'd mourn the weight of the world, in silence, worn.

A poem I wrote about eyeshadow last night during one of my emotional breakouts :p

15 April, 2024 - SadTyler03 | 0 Comments

With each stroke of pigment upon my lids, I am a sorcerer weaving enchantments, blending hues to unveil the secrets of my soul. No debts linger in this ritual of self-expression, no judgments cast by the scrutinizing gaze of society. For in the realm of eyeshadow, there's a liberation, a shedding of masks to reveal the true colors beneath.

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