Every time my quill connected to these rusty pages you imagined you were the muse, the center of the universe that burned those who dare come close, but I am the only thing reflected in the stories I sculpted from dust and ashes.


Every time I dreamt of the rain in the woods, you fantasized that I was looking for you into the outskirts of the forest, to catch you in a frenzy dance of the wild but I only know of the rain itself and how it made me feel as it caressed my cheeks and soaked through my dress, how it reminded me I was alive.


Every time I smiled at a stranger hoping they would feel the warmth I didn't know I had, you whispered that smile belonged to you, but I only know of my glowing existence that shines without your presence.


Every time I held on to a child's hand or looked into their eyes, you wanted the love there to be yours, but I only know of a gentle kind of love, an agape meant for anyone but you.

Dear souls,

Today I realized that I tore down my safe haven without thinking of you. The first librettos of lily I mean, without much thought of my respected audience. I am here to apologize if I took a bit of you with my old channel. I did start out the channel for myself but somewhere along the road, I also did it for all of you. Thank you for being a part of me and for loving my channel as much as you did.

Love, Lily🤍

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Sometimes restraint
is the kindest form
of honesty.
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Beautifully crafted by
Librettos of Lily.

From: Vincent❤️