The Pretentious WriterThere once was a man who wanted to write, About love, light and all the finer things in life.Oct 16, 2025Oct 16, 2025
All of Us Are LyingWhat Happens When We Die? I asked myself. We cease to exist. I split into two.May 12, 2025May 12, 2025
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4 Winters I’ve been donning the same sweater since four winters.The pockets on both sides are portals to another dimension.Dec 14, 2022Dec 14, 2022
A full stomachI hadn’t had a good meal in days, So when I saw the full plate I knew tonight was gonna be a peaceful night . He had been the only one to…Mar 15, 2022Mar 15, 2022
