Sometimes a breath of air
is like razor blades down my throat
Sometimes a smile
is a hammer to the face
Fresh air is only available
outside
and I am stuck inside
because I look weird
A smile is only seen
when I paint it on
and I fucking suck at art
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whatever is needed to be said
Poetrycrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.
