There's alot to me. I am an open book. I am full of emotion, and I bleed it out onto notebook paper that never see the light of day. I am a poet, with more emotion than I can handle. My scars are pages of my past. Just read to find out.
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Stories by bunnybaby3
words spoken too weakly
this is my poetry. it comes in all shapes in sizes. they're feelings I'm too scared face myself.
Letters to Micheal
"where'd you go?"
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a numb story, with no meaning.