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[paledecember]

I am: a tired poet with no time for coffee houses anymore
I want: to write a book of my poems.
I have: too much tim eon my hands and not enough people to spend it with
I hate: being judged
I fear: losing everyone
I hear: the wind and the clock ticking life away
I feel: ill
I care: too much when i know i shouldnt
I smile: just so you wont ask whats wrong
I hope : i see the world
I wonder: why i can never write the happy poems when im happy
I love: too much
I messed up: a lot
I think: i think too much
I always: forgive
I dance: in the rain with michelle ardan
I see : everything how i want to see it ( bad i know)
I sing: DC always
I try: to stay away from the bad
I talk about: good old times
I cry:..
I spilled: what the fuck kind of thing is that
I wish: i saw ann arbor more
I keep: Starting fights.
I am not always: this understanding
I can: be a bitch.
I can’t: be what you want me to be
I lose: everything.
I smell: nothing
I confuse: myself
I need: to get away from this town
I should: be writing