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Jan 2018
You laugh at my horrible jokes.
You claim there is beauty in the mess that is me.
You find talent in my basic self.
You love me, no matter how bizarre I find it.
And all I can do is ask.
Why me?
I haven't written poetry in like 3-4 months and so this is pretty crummy but that's okay honestly.
Grace Willow
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Grace Willow  17/F/USA
     savvy and Carly
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