Book by book,
page by page,
word by word,
the more I go on,
the more my emotions spill out,
I can't speak my thoughts,
but I can write,
the best part is,
when I'm older I look back and think,
"wow, I really fought it."
A/N;
schools starts tomorrow :/
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Depressing Poetry From A Depressing Boy.
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I try to write.
