Sensitive Poetry

Buttered Toast

My nose is stuffy

And it’s also runny

Somehow

And my eyes are sore

And my throat hurts

I think I’m sick

… Lovesick

No, just sick

Complaining is fun

I’m broke my mom took all my money

Send me some

sometimes my mom buys the wrong kind of poptarts and i get really depressed and I write poetry... then i post it on the internet.

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