feelings are so bizarre
i cant even figure them out
im not sure how people write poetry about them
i admire the people who do
In the island of New Guinea there are fourty two types of exotic bird
like *** was that
this is supposed to be a poem and my mind randomly spulrged to the exotic birds of New Guinea
so what are you passionate about?
well i would describe myself as passionate
it is a CURSE
im not passionate about anything
im passionate about EVERYTHING
everything i feel is so ****** intense i feel like i want to ***** or keele over and die
LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL ****
god. being a teenager ***** sometimes man.
