This is one of my favorite poems that I've ever written. It's obscure and oblivious all at once. It's so very me, and I think that because it's so unorganized and makes little sense- it helps me understand myself through language that doesn't come from the mouth. But from letters made by fingers and sensory reactions to thoughts we can't yet comprehend.
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Logic is fucked and goddamn thoroughly bendable to anybody with the preference and ability to do so this shit is neither logical nor illogical it's simply pretentious as fuck
My first writings as of the age of 16.