Consistently reflexively contemplating
the currency equivalent
of my existence...
and writing and rhyming and eating -
lots of chocolate.
(Please send me some:
preferably milk chocolate with biscuits).

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Update Schedule:

Monday : Poet Boy

Tuesday : p-e-t-a-l-s | ✔️

Wednesday : Searching For Pluto | ✔️

Thursday : I live in my mind + Lobotomy

Friday : Empath's Paths | ✔️

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And for some odd reason
I believe my poetry can help people
and my stories too...
So I'm here
As a writer in a closet
posting literature in hopes
that they'd spark
epiphanies and revelations
in people's mind,
Or console lonely souls,
Or heal scarred souls
Or spread positivity
And...
Lastly,
Rescue a caged soul.

Yes I'm just 17,
But to a little kid
inside of me -
I listen:
He says
he wants to help
people
And I,
as his older version,
have the responsibility
to make his dreams
come true...
So ignore the naivety that you can see on my right myopic pupil.

"I'm just being dramatic
In fact,
I'm only at it again
As an addict with a pen
Who's addicted to the wind
As it blows me back and forth
Mindless, spineless, and pretend
Of course I'll be here again
See you tomorrow
But it's the end of today
End of my ways
As a walking denial"

-from "Addict with a Pen" , by Twenty One Pilots

 - Leroy Lake also known as:
©Leroy Lake
©nameless1der
©highonhormones16

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