Thing is I'm starting to see a theme in my works: they all center around death or loneliness yet I recall being very happy in those days. How pretentious of me...
So as a touch of nostalgia, I think I'm finally ready to share these with you and let you jump into the creative mind of a 22-year-old me.
PS: There is one poem that was more of a spoof... however it does involve killing a stripper.
I need help :|
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