Poems.
Fuck poems.
Why?
Why are they?
What are they?
Why am I writing this?
Can you hear me?
Nothing is real.
Nothing.
I wonder what reality is like.
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Poems.
Fuck poems.
Why?
Why are they?
What are they?
Why am I writing this?
Can you hear me?
Nothing is real.
Nothing.
I wonder what reality is like.
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