Bad Poetry Wednesday

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Hard to believe I was once naive

now I’m a cynic trapped inside

this body that is the wring size

I am inferior to myself

that is why my bones are hollow

and I spend hours inside my head

Notes: Judging by the fact that this was typed, I’d say it was written in late 1997.

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