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.
fin
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."
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes
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