I have lots of things to do. But I'm not very involved.
I have lots of things to finish.
But I have not begun.
I have lots of things to experience.
But I have not enough time.
I have lots of weird things
to say, to blabber, to spiel.
But I try to keep them inside.
Though sometimes they escape.
The result?
I don't like this senseless poem.
hahahahah
I'm starting to like playing the piano more x]
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