I used to know how it felt to be used
I forgot
But now that I've been left out to rot
I remember
I used to be confident
Because I'd forgotten
How it felt to be used
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
