hate me?
talking trash about me?
don't like my clothes?
calling me poor?
hate my sexuality?
oh hey boo boo listen to me,
i do not care, and lookie lookie
a certain finger for you
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this cant be called a poem but just something i felt like should have been said.
again
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Scrabbles
Poesíamatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
