I'm trying to be serious I swear / A collection of poems by a novice
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Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2020
"It's weird, writing down all of my thoughts on my phone, thoughts for no one to see, ever. unless your a hacker or a stalker that made the stupid decision to look through my phone, in that case, hi how are you?... I hope you're doing okay?"
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