I’m feeling such a strong desire to write poetry, but it currently seems like there's not a rhyme in me. I’m conversing with a new acquaintance in the library, & he’s nice enough to talk to, but I feel an urge to bury myself in my work. Don't get me wrong, I’m really not being antisocial, I just enjoy my alone time & I’m honestly a lil fried of humaning…
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