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115 · Nov 2024
Last years at school
egg hot pot Nov 2024
Last years of high school, and I haven’t even peeped the pool,
Not the coolest, not the hottest, guess I’m just a fool.
All these white chicks walk by, don’t even bat an eye,
I’m just blending in the background, asking myself why.

Academically, still stuck in a loop,
Trying to keep afloat, but I’m drowning in the group.
No one’s here to call my name,
Still waiting on the day I’ll break out from this game.

I don't have a man, I don’t have a queen,
No one to hold, no one to be seen.
Can’t make ‘em laugh or make ‘em moan,
Just a pile of student loans,
I’m just here, I’m just alone.
115 · Nov 2024
WHAT THE ACTAUL FRICK
egg hot pot Nov 2024
why do the poems i think nothing about trend but the ones i put my soul into dont .
112 · Jan 12
just a photograph
egg hot pot Jan 12
whenever she sends me a photograph
a simple one with her face
its like I'm on top of the world
just for a second
all of my worries become null
all my problems become not so dull
the world loses its contrast
and everything becomes a shade of pink
just like the blush on her cheeks
just a person in love
78 · Aug 2
Dad
egg hot pot Aug 2
Dad
Silence
Winds blowing
Water on the bumpy cracks
Vivid colours
Stinging pain
No release
No atoms change
Not a soul harmed

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