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."
If you can't get out of your comfort zone, you'll never find what you're looking for. Don't make things quick and easy to feel better short term. Make a change and then you'll feel better longer term. — Frinderman
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