All of us sad teens,
we used to write letters to Santa with crayons on colored construction paper
we asked him for the toys of our wildest dreams
now we write to no one and everyone with dulling pencils on tear stained note book sheets
we ask for an escape from our minds darkest extremes
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)