I'm wierd I accept it, I embrace it. Why don't you? You laugh at my jokes and antics but it isn't with me its at me. Laughing at the strange girl. I can tell. Because muffled in your guffaw is confusion at something different
I write poetry when I'm at my lowest or most peaceful moments. Feel free to leave comments on anything, I've never had anyone read these before so let me know what you think.
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