A lot of different things are happening to me now, and I wish my mom was here to share and tutor me through them. But I guess this is what it's like being a grown up...
Me

The Downcast PoetWhat sayest thou, oh downtrodden soul, Is thy intent to heave me to the very core of the earth? To the very depths of existence, Below all, Below everything.The Downcast Poet
Why doth thou, oh my soul, Speak of only the promise of death, For the death that looms before me, Is slow, timely.
Alas, oh bittersweet moment, When I receive my rest from the seemingly infinite torture, When even you, my soul, Dear soul, Leaves me, with nothing, Not even breath.
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Millitant IntellectualNever trust a poet. Weve survived off of words for thousands of years, manipulating your minds and emotions; conjuring powerful illusions, and outwitting you at every turn.Millitant Intellectual
With a thought we can cripple you, with a whisper, we can destroy you, and with a pen stroke, we can level cities.
Do not toy with us.
We understand your schemes, but your attempts to destroy us, by dumbing us down, have only strengthened our resolve, and crippled you successors.
Leave us be, and we will tolerate you existence. However, threaten
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My decision...?
It warrants no questioning.
I might not know the answer...
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In the process of perfecting the art of being me...
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I throw tea bags at homeless cats
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