I go in clutching a pen, a pencil, and my last shred of dignity;
I will leave with only two of the three.
Broken dreams and scattered screams,
The product of a years-long stream
Of disappointments.
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i tried: poems from a lost soul
PoetryA collection of sophisticated word vomit I puked up when I got bored. Updates whenever. Chapters ordered chronologically by date penned.
Pas un examen (c'est un défi)
I go in clutching a pen, a pencil, and my last shred of dignity;
I will leave with only two of the three.
Broken dreams and scattered screams,
The product of a years-long stream
Of disappointments.