// entry thirty-one //

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11:10am, the 12th of June on a Friday.


// you occupy my thoughts: i tried so hard to write about other things, other seemingly more important things. i tried writing about war but it became too sad, i tried to write about gender equality but my pencil snapped upon thinking that people are still saying bruce instead of caitlyn i'm that mad, i tried to even write about poverty and how i under appreciated all i had. all i could focus on was you, and whether or not you were staring at me or if i was just who you happened to have your eyes on when you were caught in thoughts. i think about you, is that so bad //

if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetryOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora