You.
You etched you way into my life. Brought your hammer and knife.
Did I want to be open.
I don't know what I want.
Maybe could you replace the font.
Realization is smoke
Puff puff pass
420 let's hope this high lasts
Took the time as a joke
Wither until it's sad
Pretend what was had
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is for when the original is not enough or satisfing. When change is wanted. When the finished product is not up to their standards. When your told to not be you. You can only be you not anyone else cause everybody else is already taken. And som...
