max - Hello Poetry

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I'm writing to figure out the me that's exposed in the black and white words. I'm a baby writer, new, with fingers still smudged with ink and pencil. This is going to be my attempt to start writing poetry--be gentle with me.

people time feel school good girl bad told damn fire understand identity including touch find day screaming lost wonder burned public invisible wanted kids scars music happy head hold inside meet eyes talking things nice pain friends talk indigo forget hunger yellow years grades rooms skin razors fear hate tore death lovingly fit mother thinking explain sky young binders tears going parents pretty dad tickled handle beat void continues crushed subject break mom party stabbed difference bullshit dreams morning naked convenience softly ghosts quick works fucking scared hard magnificent yeah hair lips forgot universes intact crackles sunrise blue slice stands space open beaten lovely shone notice body ripped noise creating pathetic strained bathroom free mourning fourteen job cut wear poems change wait pity nightmares great yelling brilliant keep blithe fantastic widen sweet lies sing impossible trust shoves hiding razor story ash asks devouring hey long breath tylenol explosions stars legs