Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
sleep with me
say you love me
drink so much
you forget
I'm embarrassing
and could not see
I was a puppet
small cute softness
I don't want to let go
sweetness I believed
was beloved
tell me my poetry
is unsatisfactory
standards
are so hard
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