just-heather
English
My poems make little sense because my thoughts make little sense because my life makes little sense. / / I never class myself as a writer, 'cause I'm not one. I'm just some kid in the corner putting my nonsensical thoughts into words. / / Everything you need to know about me is probably in my poems somewhere. They're mostly autobiographical.
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