You know how you used to be good at something, (or at least, you thought you were good at something) and then you try and attempt that thing again, and you realize you are good no more (or perhaps you never were), and you wonder what has (or hasn’t) happened that has changed (or enlightened) you and turned this thing into a monster (or not). I have that.
Poems, impossible heartless poems.
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