All life is, is utter bullshit. Apparently I am expected to be perfect, and there's no possible way for me to do that. Having consequences for not doing the impossible is bullshit. Then again, life IS bullshit. I should be used to it by now, but my emotions haven't left me yet unfortunately. They seem to cause more problems than anything. Obviously showing them is just WRONG. Having opinions is just WRONG. My attitude is BAD. However, bad and good are opinions, so EVERYONE is wrong. Humans are so complicated. Everything contradicts everything else in our minds. I am trying. You can't ask any more than that from me.
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Poetry
PoetryAn accumulation of poems written throughout my life, and shorts that I'm not sure qualify as poems.
