this is quite literally a mess. i did not want to put these pieces in any other place/book since i can't exactly call any of them poetry or prose. they're far too raw, and barely poetic to be considered that.
each one of these works deals with completely real and very specific elements or cirumstances, and was also written in around five minutes. that being said, it is not my best work.
i rather despise the writing in this book, but i desperately want them to be read as well.
a collection of words strung together about the love i give, those i despise, and everything in between.
© chokelates
started in 2023