I keep them in for a reason.
If they're in, you won't talk to me.
If you don't talk to me, you can't insult me.
If you can't insult me then I won't be right here, right now crying.
If I won't be crying....
Well.
That's too much of a perfect world.
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Poetry Shorts
Poetryum little short poems. nothing exciting. a bit emotional I suppose
