So let's pretend for a second that I'm okay that I'm fine that it's all just in my mind.
That I never picked up a pencil and thought about the world.
And kept eating food off a glass plate.
And I kept acting like I was better off.
And I never worked a day in my life.
And I never understood people pain.
So yeah maybe I'm a bit lazy a little crazy and a little biased towards the media mainstream.
But I know that if I never explores my mind and the world. And the book and the works. That I'd be still a little more lazy a little more crazy and just a little less biased towards the media mainstream.
And yeah I'm not perfect and I'm always a little more vintage with my ideals and a little more loose with my actions but I'm me and I would rather not pretend.

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Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.