Souled Out

Antarctica

❝will you still smile at me
when the world is burning?❞

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hi.
i'm souled out.

Message from Writer

he didn't like the way his heart fluttered when he thought of his enemy, the way he found himself yearning for those smiles and the few genuine laughs. they were supposed to be separate, fighting for their own causes, weapons aimed at the other's throat. but, instead, he found himself here, laying underneath the stars and pointing out all the constellations his enemy couldn't name. what a fool he was, what a fool they were. this wouldn't last. the world was never kind to those who deviated from their paths.

why are essays a thing? i hate them.

November 17, 2020

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and sometimes
all i can imagine
is the look of complete
and utter disdain on her face
as she gazes upon
my procrastinated
coffee-fuelled shpiel
that i wrote at 2 a.m.
that sounds a lot like
kronk telling yzma about
the poison for kuzco

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4 Comments
  • FantasyOtter12

    totally a mood.


    2 months ago
  • sci-Fi

    mood.


    2 months ago
  • Nathaniel G. Williams

    I like the poem. And you're from Antarctica? lol xD


    2 months ago
  • Sunnydew

    Love the Emperor's New Groove reference. I absolutely despise essays.


    2 months ago