Nothing Of Importance
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sat, Jul 11, 2020
Just a collection of my poetry. Updates come when I think of new things that sound cool to me.
{Sample}
i l o v e y o u
i am beginning to despise that eight letter phrase
a simple statement spouted so many times that it has lost all meaning
i l o v e y o u
a sentence so nonchalantly said that i could say it to a stranger and no on would think me weird
i l o v e y o u
more like i don't care about you, but im willing to make it look like i do
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