I wonder about the day where I am first loved
Will I really feel gratifying the moment I finally do way to much and get the appreciation I deserve for it?
I wonder how I came about like this
Or have I always been so unloveable?
Was I always this undesirable? Can no one really withstand loathing in my neon light?
I wish I was in love already
Instead of plotting on something that's imaginary
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Handy Dandy Notebook
PoetryThis is a completely messy note book of poetry that I deem "good enough" for people to judge 😭😂❤️
