PerksofBeingaWallflower
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One time, i wrote a poem
On a piece of paper with
No lines.
And i cried,
Smudging all the little letters.
The ants drowned by
Saltwater.
They thrashed and thrashed and thrashed,
Sometimes we want the love we think we deserve, but we deserve nothing.
We are a bad evolving rase with lies in the air but yet we still 'care' for one another.
It's good we are living as long as we are.
