The reasons I write.

Someone who cannot succeed and any task in life, and usually never even bothers trying.

A baby is an open book, unwritten but ready for everything! Be careful of the things written there!

Poetry.

You showed no mercy at all.

A poem expressing how I wish things could be simple again.

Something I dug up. I wrote this in high school. Reading it now, it reads like an emo movie draft script.

You can start a new life.

An apt description for the non-thinker!

Poetry about empty story.