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Omegle at night. When no one talks to you. I met a lonely 14 year old homeschooled girl, with whom I had a deep soul bound connection. Don’t make fun. She’s actually really sweet. Sweet mystery girl Poet, will it always be? Untitled poem.
Omegle at night. When no one talks to you. I met a lonely 14 year old homeschooled girl, with whom I had a deep soul bound connection. Don’t make fun. She’s actually really sweet. Sweet mystery girl Poet, will it always be? Untitled poem.
A time for thinking You relax, sit back, unwind Cliche for sleeping
Smoke filled chartreuse and Greying leather. Gloomy skies Second hand filled high.
October 13. James Bond. FUCK YEAH. Save the date! See the flowers here? Excited buzzing fills halls. Go ask that one girl.
Welcome back to school. Ha, look at all the homework! Dude, let’s not get sleep.
Sophomore health class: Mental instability Running rampant here.
Inspired by A Fine Frenzy, a fine singing/sonwriting Seattleite. Mysterious man Almost lover, almost friend Perfect for myself
Colleges are getting ridiculously competitive…I wonder how I’ll be able to handle the pressure. Summer’s halfway throughJuly bleeding into daysSchool applications
One week… Nothing ever changes Yearbook signings forever End of the year blues.
I see this quickly becoming more than disconnected bits of poetry. This is a story Of cigarette smoke and rooms That smell of orange.