I think there's a briar in my knee.
I feel it stabbing me.
I feel like I'm gonna die.
I wish I knew why.
Wait, it's these fucking briars.
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The inspiration came from my science class. Great day we had. Outside. Getting stabbed. By briars.
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Collected Poems
PoetryA book of poetry that I've written over time. Some are short and some are long. Many of them are sad but some are sweet.
