Poetry

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Stand up, kid. It’s time to bow.

fast

you know it’s bad when…

smoke.

It feels like rebellion. But it also feels like home.

There’s this one girl who always calls me sexy in class (and it’s to the point where I don’t know if we’re dating or not), so a little poem to her.

Absolute crack poetry. This song is haunting me (Song that’s stuck in my head: Pajama Party – 1096 Gang, specifically timestamp 4:49)

the outlet is buzzing behind me.

Are you strong or weak?

At least if I’m a comet…