Angsty poem 1:
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nothing matters
My life is just like, in tatters
perhaps once I sought to flatter
I fair damsel cloaked in blue matter
But like, it totally didn't work out
Cuz my low clearance gives me doubt
That I could ever love a lady in blue
Though once I hoped that wouldn't be true
Now things just seem scattered
But it like, it doesn't matter
My life is just like, in tatters
perhaps once I sought to flatter
I fair damsel cloaked in blue matter
But like, it totally didn't work out
Cuz my low clearance gives me doubt
That I could ever love a lady in blue
Though once I hoped that wouldn't be true
Now things just seem scattered
But it like, it doesn't matter
Angsty poem 2:
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Once I knew how to smile wide
but like things happened
those things were like bad, so yeah
but like things happened
those things were like bad, so yeah
Angsty poem 3:
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I once had a right arm
But then it came to great harm
when I tossed a grenade at a traitor
and sadly made the room a crater
people like lost their appendages
which is something you can't repair with bandages
so it like sucks, but whatever
at least I can write my poetry forever
except nothing lasts that long
cuz everything in the world is wrong
But then it came to great harm
when I tossed a grenade at a traitor
and sadly made the room a crater
people like lost their appendages
which is something you can't repair with bandages
so it like sucks, but whatever
at least I can write my poetry forever
except nothing lasts that long
cuz everything in the world is wrong
Angsty poem 4:
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I once tried to write a sonnet in Petrarchan form
But this shit is pretty hard
and it suffocates my creativity like a fatman's lard
and if like, my spirit can't speak
then things will look rather meek
for when creativity is barred
and leaves my soul charred
but who cares, cuz this world is obsessed with the norm
But this shit is pretty hard
and it suffocates my creativity like a fatman's lard
and if like, my spirit can't speak
then things will look rather meek
for when creativity is barred
and leaves my soul charred
but who cares, cuz this world is obsessed with the norm