A mind full of despair
But not too gone for repair
Confusion of heart
Which part is part
A feeling of null
But Empty or Full?
Pulled this way and that
All of a needy little brat
How can I truly belong
When all I do is wrong?
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The Collection
PoetryOkay so you see an artist's sketchbook and it can be full of random fun doodles or just scribbles. This is kind of like that. Except it's my poetry. And I don't know if there's a word for that but please do read and feel free to critisize as long...
