I'm a little dense and that's okay
We're all broken anyway
I wish I was soaring out late at night
But in reality I'm wrapped up real tight
Real tight from those words
That actually came out as slurs
I wish that I could see the stars
But we seem to be so far apart
Why do these things happen to me
When out of everybody else, I could have been free
I've always wanted to know
Why lowly men go
I guess we're all a little broken
But me, I'm beyond repair.
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I don't really know where this one went.
But if anyone gets the message this never happened to me. I was just creating a scenario.
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Hidden Feelings
PuisiThis is gonna be sad-ish poem type thing, that describes how I felt/feel about some things. Like past boys or death of a family member and such. I might even end up making it into a story, idk. But what I do know is that almost everything in this bo...
