what is a party, is a p-a-r-t-y and as far as I know you have never journeyed that far in my mind yet to find a party. for I am sweet and emotional, I will forbade you from me. my body is my own, hand crafted like clay on a hot summers day. my body is something once created that once was nothing. hell, I might as well be nothing. To you I am nothing. Nothing is me, now can't we accept I don't belong at a party?
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
