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Alyssa Paul Sep 2016
My feelings are a big mess
                They are scrambled together and I can't undo them
They will go up

                          and they will go down

They will change like the weather:

Feel love one minute and hate the next
             Sad and then happy
lust and disgust.

Changing and changing
I try to explain but I just end up hurting you
                   which hurts me
                                                             ­      I try to fix them
to get them in order
                and I come to a conclusion



                                                   ­                  maybe I'm just not the one for you.
I am boy.
I am boy who enjoy *****.
I am...***** boy.
~O.b.
We need to get more inspired by the *****. Child of *****. (This is a poem I wrote when I couldn't sleep, please don't take it too seriously.)
  Jun 2016 Alyssa Paul
NV
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.
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