less of a poem and more of rant
didn't really know what i wanted nowadays
and just a small little token of that is
well, it's my brain
unless i set my mind on something
it doesn't do anything
so then
when i find my dream scenario
with the way i really want to be treated
my mind focuses on it
daydreams about it
it loves attention and love
and when you get called special names
it helps to add fuel to the fire, i suppose
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
