Title: Valgfritt

Text: Yes, I add my poetry but yet this writing makes me feel free. These silly rhymes about broken times bring my lungs back to life. Poetry is helping me cope so my only option isn't to mope. They don't even know me and truly it's dumb but they are the reason my body feels numb. They pick at my skin and make me thin. They already know I let them in, yet they keep pushing and pushing and proceed to shove this thing they call emotions that happen to be fragile as a dove. They ruined my mind. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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