What once brought joy now brings distress.
Activites I loved now cause me stress.
My dear, I must confess.
I need the chance to process
That I'm not the one you want to impress.
But nonetheless,
I digress.
I suppose every prince needs a princess.
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PoetryA collection of short poems. Mostly free verse. About sadness, hardships, depression, and other hard topics.
