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I want to surgically remove the cat in in my liver. I want to remove the rat infestation in my cerebral line of thought. I want to let the world know that I am not who you thought I was. I want you to know I do not frolick in soap bubbles in springtime, I want to tell you I don't always listen to British 80's rock bands. I want you to know I don't always sit around and read. Who planted this seed? I want to tell you I am not a trollop, Who does nothing but frolick. I want you to know I am a contradiction. I want to tell you that I may very well be better off alone. I want you to know that I am a bottomless vortex, I want you to know my endless depths make for a difficult one. I don't want to be selfish, But I want to be part of your reindeer games. My selfish ways won. You are under my spell. ****** hell, Most poetry talks about how no one understands. Thank goodness I'm a contradiction, Otherwise we'd all get bored. I thought you understood, I thought we are sewn from a similar cloth. But you are just a white sheep. Only but a white sheep.
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Mental Infestation and Other Maladies
I want to surgically remove the cat in in my liver. I want to remove the rat infestation in my cerebral line of thought. I want to let the world know that I am not who you thought I was. I want you to know I do not frolick in soap bubbles in springtime, I want to tell you I don't always listen to British 80's rock bands. I want you to know I don't always sit around and read. Who planted this seed? I want to tell you I am not a trollop, Who does nothing but frolick. I want you to know I am a contradiction. I want to tell you that I may very well be better off alone. I want you to know that I am a bottomless vortex, I want you to know my endless depths make for a difficult one. I don't want to be selfish, But I want to be part of your reindeer games. My selfish ways won. You are under my spell. ****** hell, Most poetry talks about how no one understands. Thank goodness I'm a contradiction, Otherwise we'd all get bored. I thought you understood, I thought we are sewn from a similar cloth. But you are just a white sheep. Only but a white sheep.
8th grade poem
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
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