We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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go when you feel alone
Where do you go when you feel alone? I go to another page, spitballing ideas like something profound will come out of it. Nothing changes, you know that. Things change. Of course they do. They change so much that they tornado into cycles. Rinse, repeat, here we go again. But you’re rarely around for the…
hollow below
A chill crept into my bones but the caricaurs were starting to link arms and approach the water, shouting at me that they were coming to help so I dove under
caricaur lore
The moon winked out. The silver glow to the water faded and the liquid arms suffocating
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Jordyn Saelor 