Poems from sri114

he wanted to be a real boy less screws and plastic bits  less tiny brokenness   he wanted to be a real boy more thick skin and hard angles...
let me be mistaken like an incorrect answer key accept me for my ego but never accept my ego write over it in pencil turn my abcs into cabs...
You might call it an-- Abusive relationship Wrong. Dangerous. Backwards. Because she hits me and I hit back, Because she gets higher and I...
Sadness It pricks you like a pin Anger You wear it like a second skin Drama You play the part to get in Fear  You fill with adrenaline Envy...
Words become less of a story themselves Than they are the story of the writer The story of the battles unknowingly fought, And, at the time...

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