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Poems
Jan 2020
Procrastination
My clouded mind could never love itself the way you love your perceived hope.
I wish you could make me, shove me, kick me, spit in my face until I just do it.
But this weight is mine and mine alone.
Written by
tay
16/F/albuquerque
(16/F/albuquerque)
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