Sometimes, I enjoy writing poetry. There, I said it.
I used to imagine myself a poet... misunderstood, lonely, brilliant. Ah, the life of a suburban white fifteen year old male. I would write really, really bad poetry. Thank goodness I can't remember specifically (I'm sure I have copies sitting around someplace that I can find and burn), but I can
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The best part was people sitting next to me trying to see what I was writing. I knew it was useless, what with my penmanship being nearly incomprehensible to me, but it was nice to see them try!
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