When are people going to realize that I am nothing? Just a big fuck up some god made out of me. A girl with dreams but not the---the means to grasp them. I'm like a cloud, never staying one shape, almost being pulled and stretched apart like cotton candy. I'm a fuck up. A mess. A disaster with no hope of being rescued. I'll never make it big, never leave any sort of mark. I'll a big wad of nothing, the complete opposite of what everyone expects of me.
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
