"Thank you for taking my pain,
Folding it every which way,
Until you held a perfect paper crane."
Recited and memorised,
Now all that's needed is a listening ear.
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Acosmist Dysphoria
PoesíaAcosmist Dysphoria The writings of an uneasy adolescent Who believes in nothing.
premeditated
"Thank you for taking my pain,
Folding it every which way,
Until you held a perfect paper crane."
Recited and memorised,
Now all that's needed is a listening ear.
