Thursday, February 9, 2012

a poem by me

I've got all these made up stories
I've been telling made up people
I've got all this built up anger
I've been taking out on no one
but at night I go home
and it's just me there
and you see there
is nothing wrong with that and it sounds really sad
but
it's actually quite nice
(some nights)
It really lets me love me

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