I worked too hard on this one IT WAS JUST SILLY.
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I worked too hard on this one IT WAS JUST SILLY.

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happy men's mental health month, for the boys who cried in silence, for the ones who weren't taught how to ask for help, how to love, how to live properly, behind every broken boy behind a fake smile, there is a soul full of desire, dreams, passion and craving for life, love you all so much
He entered like winter through a cracked window-
quiet, biting, unseen until your bones began to ache.
Dressed in charm,
he smiled like a wolf at the door,
his promises stitched with cobwebs,
his touch cold enough to burn.
He spoke of love
like an undertaker speaks of sleep-
soft, slow, and final.
His words were not daggers-
they were silk ropes,
slipping around your throat
while he kissed your forehead.
He never yelled.
He whispered.
He whispered until your thoughts were no longer yours.
He left girls hollow,
skin still warm,
eyes still blinking-
but inside,
nothing but echoes.
He was rot dressed as roses.
You didnโt bleed when he broke you-
you disappeared.
But she-
She was the candle
he couldnโt snuff out.
The mirror that cracked
but wouldnโt shatter.
He mistook her for a page
to tear and burn.
But she was ink in the walls,
writing his shame
where only the dark could read it.
He tried.
God, he tried.
Tried to plant doubt
like maggots in her chest.
Tried to drain her
like he drained the rest.
But she is not the blood in his glass.
She watched him-
his hunger, his sickness,
the way he wore innocence
like a mask sewn from the skins of others.
He thinks heโs forgotten her.
Moved on.
But she is still there-
in the silence between his lies,
the chill beneath the sheets,
the name he doesnโt say out loud.
She is the phantom
that flickers at the edge of his joy.
The dream that wakes him sweating.
The regret that hums
just beneath his heartbeat.
He broke many.
But she-
She is the grave
he dug for her
and fell into himself.
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List with my favourite BL manhwa characters. ยทยท Names in the description ยทยท
sษชแด แด แดสแดสแดแดแดแดสs
ษขสแดแดษด าสแดษขs
สแดแด าสแดษขs (เธ'ฬ-'ฬ)เธ - Yeah, they are mean but I love them.
แด ษชสสแดษชษดs - I hate them. That's the point, right?
แดแดแดแดษชแดsย เซฎ โข ๏ป - แ

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I really like those lines but I never found the author. Someone know ?