A Poem You Should Read
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We ask the question,
Why lie?
Well you see,
We aren’t the only ones being lied to
Everything is lies
One moment
That was all it took
For the realization to settle
That I would never be a child
anymore
It happened in the bathroom
In front of the mirror
When I couldn't see myself
Dear Shakespeare:
‘Tis One P.M.
The Clock tick-eth slowly
‘Swounds!
My face is all a-glower
In this lone, tort’rous hour
Oh, agony! Oh, villain!
Oh horrible deed,
There's a romanticism to sitting down in a bookstore with a yet unpaid for book in hand
Seeking out the coziest corner where your Momma won't find you
Not for want of searching or yelled whispers
