I consider myself a very bizarre individual
In many ways
I lip-sync to bad pop music
At half-past midnight
And cry because their lyrics
Reminded me of a book that I love
I passionately argue about subjects
That I have no personal opinions about
I smile and cry when I'm angry
And...
This is bad...
Nevermind
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.