shanmaro's Letters
How fortunate is it to be seen and thought to be so-called “understood”?
I live in a devastating state of apprehension.
Yet damned to seldomly feel this thing called “misunderstood.” Constantly solving a puzzle where the pieces rarely fit.
Lucky for me, I am a builder that can shape-shift. To my conception, no one actually gets the concept. Tru…read more
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