These poems were written while I was going through strife.
The Short Stories are Short Stories
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Lock the door
-why?
I need to tell yo- no show you something
-what is it?
*breathes*
This
/kiss\
ㅡ "How about," she said. "A nice big cup of 'Let's stay in touch' my ass?"
Everyone needs at least a one crazy friend, and it looks like Jennie found hers.
[Cr. will rightfully go to the owner]