I’m a liar, not a poet I think of every word I say, words don’t come I have to think what to say I don’t just say And when I think what I’m supposed to say suddenly I can’t say it, explain it… You see? That’s why I sometimes stutter and talk weirdly.
Reason for writing:
I just got up thinking, that hey! I'm actually TRYING to make a poem and it shouldn't be so. And that's just the truth.
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