I really am starting
To hate a lot of things
The things I've written
The things I've done
And worst of all,
Myself
The things I've written
I'll admit, were hurtful
But I wouldn't take back
The bulk of those words
The things I've done
Maybe weren't thought out well
But I did them for a reason
And I did them for my health
Myself
This one's the hardest to explain
It's hard to represent with words
What's happening in my brain
But I would honestly have to say
That my memories serve
As the self-deprecation
I think I deserve
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
