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“The Weirdo”
Dark room with no windows,
they said she's a weirdo.
A loud party music's always on,
although she was just right there,
hugging herself, all alone.
Hoping for someone
to come along.
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I Can't Go Home, Anymore.
Poetry"I canʼt go home anymore, so Iʼll just write you some letters and poems until you come to take me back home." 06.18.2024
