the bluebird
soars away
When it rains, it pours;
you exist in skies and seas,
and live inside me.
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ghostsandrebels
i'm a a queer writer, poet, cat lover, and author. i'm passionate about psychology, human rights, and creating places where lgbt+ youth and young adults feel safe, represented, and supported.
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