I can't explain how it comes and goes
It flows on through the night and into my mornings
I deal with it all day, and I can't do nothing
You ever have something poking you all day?
You forget that it's poking
Then it gets mad and all the sudden you're choking
"Why don't you acknowledge the rage I make you feel??"
"I tell myself you're not real"
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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 😭😂❤️
