Piles of pencil sketches
of nothing, of nothing.
Sharpening the pencil
with a knife,
feels better than most days.
What is the point
if I feel so much
with such little motivation?
>(They must say to themselves...)
Gonna make it, Not!
Make it, gonna not.
it, not gonna make.
So I say
Taken Among Into
A Tangent Kimono
Manage Into Knot
fuck you thought this was delete this shit you poetic fake ass langston hughes take yo ass to /lit/ before i get my belt out
>>2940692
Shame your prose is so shite, I almost felt somthing since that's such a relatable feel.