Rereading this poem makes me want to throw something for some reason. Maybe it's the fact that I'm up at 4 am and everything makes me want to throw something.
I should rewrite this sometime. I don't have any time.
Do you ever reread something you've written and are like, 'shut up, past self' cause that's what I'm feeling right now.
Such Angst tm. It's kind of ironic that this was supposed to be a satire of an angsty love poem and it's still super angsty. Maybe all poetry is doomed to be angsty on some level.
I'm just really done with emotions right now. I shhoul dsleep.
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