Lame Poetry
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My name used to be in the title, so there is no real cover pic rn til I make another--
Writing tip of the tongue, not beta'd(I don't have friends💀), lame poetry
🚫 means Explicit, swearing, s€x, mature themes.
But a 2yo could have written all of these💀
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CREDIT FOR THE BEAUTIFUL COVER GOES TO OCCAMY! "Why not give this a chance?" He rasps. His voice holds all the sadness and anger that he is feeling, and the pressure of it leaves him nearly mute. But then, as he continues to speak, his voice becomes louder, harsher, and the strain of it breaks the entire dam. "We'd be good for each other, " he chokes. "You know that I'd be good to you. I could make you happy." I stiffen, suddenly wishing that I were anywhere but here. There are so many things that I'm not ready to say, too many things to regret if things go sour. "I've already wasted all of my love on someone else, " I whisper, half defiant and half ironic sorrow. "There's no such thing as wasted love, " he growls.
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