There once was a boy in confusion
Who is cursed with naive delusion
Always seeking advice
Happiness with a price
When will he see past the illusion?
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I do not like it when I get like this.
I know this crap is no fun for others to read either.
I have no idea how many people even bother to read my crap, but at the same time I know that this journal is more for me.
I just like to write these poems at times to relieve some of my frustration though.
Rant over