Up the tree
More by Amelia_v
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poem turned rant
I had an idea
I wanted to spill all my anger into the page
so why is it always so hard to write
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Would I be happier than this?
I stay up late finishing work that would be better done in the morning.
Sitting at my desk,
the moon makes its way through the sky,
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