a-m-n - Hello Poetry

a-m-n

American I'm Abigail, and I'm your average seventeen your old vegetarian artist. / I try to see everything as a potential source or work of art. Not to say that life is beautiful and precious but you've got to search and search and search until you ache, to find something worthwhile in this era. I crave depth and logic in one, or maybe just words that soothe the self esteem.

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