These ignorant eyes have yet to witness
Any major tragedy
And the angst in my fragile, teenage heart
Has not wracked me so exquisitely
That I might grow to view the world
And all it holds so bitterly.
And yet,
Despite it all, or lack thereof,
I feel an all-consuming need
To scrawl my thoughts on clean, white paper
As all-expressing poetry.
Any major tragedy
And the angst in my fragile, teenage heart
Has not wracked me so exquisitely
That I might grow to view the world
And all it holds so bitterly.
And yet,
Despite it all, or lack thereof,
I feel an all-consuming need
To scrawl my thoughts on clean, white paper
As all-expressing poetry.
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