Poems from hilemana
Nobody understood me before.
Awkward. Child. Girl.
Nobody understands me now.
Awkward. Teen. Boy.
Nobody will ever understand me.
Awkward...
Oh war that I abhor,
When there is a need to kill,
You hear a shrill,
Until there is an implore,
For no more.
Dead.
Some men say,
War is...
I caN’t d o this,
To mUuch effFFFort,
Need to start t
yping,
But n o t enough
motivation,
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