to be released with clipped wings

a poetry book chock full of my teenage angst, because i am self aware of it but unwilling to quit. like, hell, if i am to be growing up in an age of anonymity and the internet, then lets fuck around and take advantage of it to vent to people i *don't* know irl

((also i can send it to my friends and get psychoanalyzed hehe))

i can go a hot minute (a year) without uploading any poems and then mass release them btw <3