Hannah Moore
Joined February 2023
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Bio
I write and publish a lot of bad poetry. I'll embrace the discomfort in cringe for the exchange of releasing decades of hiding behind the mask of normalcy.
Some call it desperate, I call it humanity.
Stories (7/0)
The Last Sleepover
I rolled over to see my best friend outlined in the faint street lights shining through the curtains. It was four nights before her wedding. She had been in love with her first boyfriend for over a year and they were about to make their love official in holy matrimony. Meanwhile I had just finished getting over who was then my fourth ex.
By Hannah Moore7 months ago in Humans