So ye. I kno. I've ben gon. But ye. Tyme. Passst.
Things are somehow different now? But weirdly the same?
I mean like I still don't know how to feel sometimes.
I have reasons to feel stuff now but uh I dunno if id want to anymore. That's funny huh. Like as compared to before I used to pray to be able to feel again. Now I've gained a sliver back I dunno if I like it. Or want it. Unappreciative brat. I'm just looking out for myself now. Im growing up. And learned that sometimes becoming hard is ok. I guess.
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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...
