'treatment'
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In the 5th grade I fell out of a tree
This tree was higher than my hopes crushed by society
Higher than my heart's flutter at my first kiss
I fell down and I fell down
i'm giving up, i guess
he won't notice anyway
taking space is my revolt
it wouldn't work if i tried
i've been trying so hard
to actually talk to him
but anxiety takes form as my shadow
i don't want to be in love with you
i don't want to look at you
i don't like knowing love
because it hurts more than anything
you don't even know these poems
are mostly about you
