April was surreal for me. I won the talent show, I qualified for Nationals in Speech and Debate, I am poised to do good on my AP tests.
So, as a result, here is my final poem for the month of April.
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Spoiler! :
i am a heat seeking missile seeking your attention, and i've been wearing a bloodcaked sweatshirt every time i see you so you'll worry about my physical condition. but you're colorblind, so you repeatedly ask why i keep on shitting myself.
"Words say little to the mind compared to space thundering with images and crammed with sounds."
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