I no longer have the inspiration.
I kind of wish I could just crawl under a rock and hide there for the rest of my life,
and make everyone who ever met me forget that they ever had.
Nothing new.
Oh, my parents don't love eachother anymore.
Divorce, what a bitch.










--
I call this next poem "Feeny."
"Mr. Feeny is very smart
On many subjects, including art.
And yet he can't help me with my frustration
COME ON, TOPANGA!"
~boy meets world
--
You're so cute when you're slurring your speech
--
I call this next poem "Feeny."
"Mr. Feeny is very smart
On many subjects, including art.
And yet he can't help me with my frustration
COME ON, TOPANGA!"
~boy meets world
then they stopped being wonderful lovers.
sadface.
--
'cause its nine in the afternoon.
They will rekindle their love.
--
You're so cute when you're slurring your speech
--
'cause its nine in the afternoon.
then they stopped being wonderful lovers.
sadface.
--
'cause its nine in the afternoon.
--
I call this next poem "Feeny."
"Mr. Feeny is very smart
On many subjects, including art.
And yet he can't help me with my frustration
COME ON, TOPANGA!"
~boy meets world
--
You're so cute when you're slurring your speech
--
I call this next poem "Feeny."
"Mr. Feeny is very smart
On many subjects, including art.
And yet he can't help me with my frustration
COME ON, TOPANGA!"
~boy meets world
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