I'd rather take a picture of something more worthwhile than my imaginary self
My existence has been filtered at the cost of
my social skills
Backwards
I've become
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
Self(ie)
I'd rather take a picture of something more worthwhile than my imaginary self
My existence has been filtered at the cost of
my social skills
Backwards
I've become
