After the craziness of a year,
Friends coming and going,
People passing,
Things changing,
After all that it's still you.
After all you've been threw this year,
all the uncanny,
Unheard,
Uncompromisable,
Unsophisticated,
Unfavorableness,
And unfamiliarities
It's still you.
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I'm Aggressive, Gay, and Hungry. (Hangay?)
PoetryLovely, sometimes sad, and other times bittersweet poems written by a depressed, gender fluid, bisexual 15 year old.
