i will never forget the time
in year five
when i liked the boy
with the long hair
and the nirvana obsession
and the skateboards
and i ran around the playground
professing my love.
all the while,
he liked my best friend.
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Just Another Scripted Brain
PoetryMy naive attempt to navigate primary school is documented in a series of bite-size snapshots, intended for scrutiny and best paired with a cup of tea and a nice episode of Blackadder. You might have to take a pit stop at certain embarrassing moment...
