"you can do better"
they assured.
"you deserve better"
they proclaimed.
"it's for the better"
he told me.
"but i don't want better, i want him."
i cried.
-k.d.
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life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.