Loba

I’m not a writer, I just let my hand dance to the rhythm of my dreams. I’m not an artist, I just like to color my nightmares. I’m not a poet, I just speak my heart.

Welcome to my chaos, where you will find a raw and vulnerable journal of a collective of self’s, constantly battling for the spotlight.
You won’t find perfect spelling, grammar or art, just a display of confessions of a broken mind and a tampered heart.

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