I do not know how to take graceful steps
I do not know how to tiptoe on breaking glass
I do not know how to dip my toes in the ocean without making waves ripple
I make mountains tumble
I make grounds shake
I drown and I destroy
I am a walking catastrophe
And I don't know how to be anything else
-if you can't handle me at my worst then we already have something in common
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
