a place to find shitty poetry from a sadboy (girl)
I know I've never told you before.
But big, I am in…
something with you.
In something the way
...
to me, the truth looks like a bullseye.
a series of rings, each smaller than the next
(it is disproportionate and shifts with the sun)
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richard struggles in his life.
he's thought about running away
from this life every day this week.
he dreams of wide open spaces
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