The previous selection was less about authorship than content. This selection is more about the latter and less about the former. But, really, who can argue with adolescent poetry for abject quality? These are all taken from a blank book I had in 9th grade called The Nothing Book, which was intended as a starting place but which I kept as a title. It was circulated about amongst anyone who cared to write in it. "DOE" is date of entry.
theirs:
and because keeping safe my own adolescent angst seems unfair:
[from when I used to sneak out onto the roof to smoke:]
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