i'll race you.
just tell me where to start,
and where to end.
draw the path,
and mark the bends.
you twist your ankle,
and start again.
i'm anxious to
stop
but i do anyways,
because i was never
going to win.
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dispositional tendencies
Poesíaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
