Gone insdie of myself, Lost from everyone. Failing to find a start, Who knows when I'll be done. To think my existance makes someone smile? That would be laughed at for quite some while. To have these insane visions at so young. But now-a-days they pour from almost everyone. It must be a phase, right mom? Then why have I had these for what seems like forever? My Mind slowly floating to the ground like a feather. This new age craze! Must be a Phase.
Reason for writing:
my mom, never understanding me. ever
Birth sign: Leo
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