more.bad.poetry

where awkward private thoughts become public knowledge.

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Meaning?
Quiet.
Always?
No.
Okay.
Okay.
…Lied?
Lied?
Before?
Silly.
Okay.
Leaving.
But…
Goodbye.
Okay.
Wait!
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Author: hairlikehoney

A girl. With thoughts. That are weird. And random. Who can be bribed with bacon cheese fries. Who figured out how to bleed bad thoughts onto a page and then let them go.

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