Look. I'm putting this on here instead of messaging you because you could just delete the message. You can't delete this. Whoever you are, quit. I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted to read. You could have just not read it. I'm not attacking your opinion, it's your opinion. I'm sorry if my poetry doesn't make sense to you. I'm sorry if 'nobody really cares'. Look. I'm a nice person. I won't report you. That fair? I hate ruining my book like this, but I have to. Yes, person, my words are not likely to be seen around the world. You are very hurtful. Thank you for reminding me my poems are horrible, and that surely no one in their right mind would tell me otherwise. Note the sarcasm. Wow. You know my name, not my story. Wait, you don't even know my real name! I won't launch hurtful attacks against your work, because I don't know your name or your story. Just stop. Please.
-FrozenOcean
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As The World Falls
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry. I've been writing since I was nine years old. Most of it is actually about me. All is mine, unless said otherwise. Please vote, and comment.
