I could call myself all I want I could name others as I want I could make myself as I wish to be I could create others as I want them be For I have another world where I hold the remocon A world of make-believe to satisfy only me.
Sometimes, there are wonderful things that You don’t seem to notice. I call this poetry because I have no reason. Criticism anytime now. I am Frustrated. Allow me. I’ve laid my cards down.
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