**the truth about this whole thing, is that all of these have been written from the time I was twelve, up until now. Scarlet was the first poem I ever wrote, inspired by a poetry unit in my English class that everyone else hated, but I was so desperately searching for a purpose that I tried it. I sucked at first, but I got somewhat okay. I'm now closer to mediocre, even though I'm shooting for greatness.
The other point is that most of my poems are written in seven to fifteen minutes. Some take more or less time, but most of them, I could make them up as I go, and seem like I'd written it years ago. I write it so quickly that even I don't know the meaning of most of them until I think about it. I had no idea who One Hundred was, and now I wish I'd never thought about giving him a name. I honestly believe that my poetry is written by him, the one that tries to kill me, he somehow helps me to stay alive via my poetry, which really makes no sense whatsoever.
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Poésiepoetry book no. 1. just another desperate attempt to complete this search.
