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This account is an embarrassment. It serves me no real purpose other than going back and reading the material I used to write as a young teen. I have changed extensively since the last piece of poetry I uploaded. This is true juvenilia and nothing more. It's interesting, because I honestly believed my words were expressed creatively, and that I could deliver my thoughts concisely. I remember feeling a genuine sense of insightful, meaningful wordplay to my structured sentences. I re-read these now, and all I feel is detachment. This is not reflective of me anymore. I penned these, but who felt these? Obviously I did, but it just feels so alien today. I'm glad I've grown. I'm happy we all do. My creative process has evolved drastically, and will continue to do so. I am nothing special, and that's how I want it. I'm almost 23. I shit these things out when I was 15 through 17 (a few were uploaded when I was 18, but I don't count those for various reasons). It's hard to believe, but this is a part of my past. I enjoy it as a reminder, but am disgusted by it at the same time. The only audience I feel this could resonate with are the same kind of troubled youth I once was. I guess that's not necessarily a bad thing. Have fun, kids. :D
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