i'm not extraordinary,
i'm not special.
for some reason, that's scary,
and it's becoming too stressful.
because i'm not great,
but i'm not terrible.
being perfect at nothing is just my fate,
and i find that unbearable.
i'm just wrong,
wrong for life.
i've been invisible for so long,
i guess being boring will have to suffice.
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Diary of a Dead Girl
PoetryAs of January 15th, this poetry collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't please don't come for me. The diary and inner thoughts of a (pretty much) dead girl, except in the form of sonnets and poetry! How fun is that! It's fun...