I constantly tell people that they are beautiful, yet forget to say it to myself
I preach my opposition to needing to fit in, while wondering if the clothes I wear will catch popular attention
I become annoyed at my lack of sleep, yet I never tire of writing into the break of dawn
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Poems of Mine
PoetryJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
