recycled poetry
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❝i wish i was writing something special,
but these words have been used before
and there's no originality to it at all.
i'm just reusing phrases until they're
worn out, like musty library books
or hand-me-down clothes.❞
from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ in this very book, the inspiration for the title
✱✱✱trigger warnings are at the beginnings of the chapters i think need them, but please let me know if i need to add any!
❥please don't repost or directly steal my work word by word without credit, of course, though i do encourage you to use my words as inspiration if you'd like to, as i may end up using yours.
❢the artwork i used on the cover is by sputnik-moon on tumblr :)
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