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I’m wild, baby, I’m strange;
the weirdest friend you can’t exchange.
You may think I’m twisted, you may think I’m cursed;
honestly, all this back and forth makes me wanna burst.
I fell off the edge; I’m beautifully broken.
You probably love me more when my words are unspoken.
I’ll tell the truth; I’ve always known.
So, what if I’m crazy? At least my thoughts are my own.
About the Creator
Luna
I create stories and poems, and am known for deleting them if I find them cringey, rushed, or meh (this includes any listed in challenges).
I goof my tags sometimes.
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