i die
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poem. i tried.
frozen.
like a popsicle. but worse… cause it’s my mind.
what to do with future? fml.
vegas stripper? maybe. but no.
reading these texts are like taking a picture with my ass. impossible.
my mind is not connected to my body. my brain is.. but my mind left it ages ago…
to float up into the sky… and dance…
cause it missed vegas.
frozen.
1st poem ever.
critique from best friend who is a lit major: “love it.”
bssstt fraaaaan
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this is where i go to school
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