a poem i wrote about some things i was thinking and feeling on a very bad day. some days, i allow myself to truly feel the cynicism and the bitterness and the despair that comes with growing up, and i suppose this piece is reflective of that. it’s a bit mopey and forlorn, but it is a raw and honest slice of my mind
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they sting like thorns or bite like
mosquitoes or maybe just sweep
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crisp flesh and wit, borne from the season they’re born in.
apparently
some people rot like apples.
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