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𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰. original poetry i wrote at thirteen.

𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘴.

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by dostoyevskya

by dostoyevskya

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a gentleman, a lady, or maybe an enby --

whom does my heart truly want?

society's self-assurance is a confidence to envy --

and why can I already hear the merciless taunts?

a soldier, a poet, or maybe a worthy performer --

what am I to do with my life?

at the thought of failing I visibly shudder --

and why does depression offer me the knife?

a woman, a man, or maybe in between --

I often prefer pants over a dress.

you truly cannot figure out everything at thirteen --

though it is a coaxing temptation to dissect the mess.