What Do I DoA Poem by Bell SpaldingLimericks found in my google drive from 2017. Growing into love was actually a sort of painful experience, but worth it.I forced myself to act reserved To not mingle, but only observe Through my struggles I’ve stayed Well aware I’ve been played Silent through what I have not deserved I have failed to give up on the notion That there still is a smidge of emotion On the quieter end While I break and I bend With a futile sort of devotion © 2018 Bell SpaldingAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBell SpaldingVTAboutI'm a 14 year old who writes incoherent words that sound pretty. I'm also constantly tired. Fun times. more..Writing
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