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Leaving My Apartment
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Self Poetry I was going to hop out of my apartment just like a toad; because, I don't know how to get my porty sites into Windows mode;
As I was about to leave, I fell to pieces; for, who woke up; but, my kitten Reese's.
She cried like she really needed me; as rain and sun is necessary to a tree.
But, I'm writing now, so I can leave; from my apartment, coffee and water, I thieve.
For today, I may want to stay sober so I can write; but, if it's offered, I probably won't put up a fight.
Because, I don't have thick skin when it comes to lager; for it, I try to be not much of a nagger.
But, we'll see, when it comes down to it; if I can resist or if I cannot do it.
Maybe, it won't be offered; so, I don't have to be a sick cougher.
I think I'll try to be a good girl; I won't need my head to whirl and swirl.
For, writing so fullfills me; and it makes me the person I want to be!
