15 years from now, I'm going to find this poem again and think to myself: "Heavens, I was a depressing little teenager wasn't I? and a bad writer too, can't even write a decent metaphor!".
Written on a school night, when I should have been studying. Im thinking of just omitting the third stanza.
The soul is a bookyou say you can't read me, but
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