Scrabble Scrabble alone at night, you draw your thoughts, your inner fright.
Your fingers see what people dare, they hide it all, but at that you glare.
The pencil speaks, it always have, when it's silent, you are sad.
[a poem my cousin made over me].








some day I'll make it big.


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