in an earlier poem,
i think my ego got a little bit too big.
my butterflies can sit in my stomach,
and whether or not they flutter every once in a while,
your name is carved into their wings.
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Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poetrybook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
