My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Friday, February 7, 2025
ADHD doesn't spell anything
I have something Called c.o.d, no wait that's cash on delivery I mean COPD Sometimes it's hard to breathe With all this anxiety.
Did I say COPD? I meant ADHD Whatever that means in chemistry I don't think write But this piece of paper sure feels good to me.
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