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There are no linesNothing to read throughNo spacesTo see how wellYour interpretation suits youWe are differentTwo opposing fieldsAnd this love unusualUnordinaryWe cross paths more frequently nowThe irony intriguesYou think of what wasAnd suggest regress nowBut it’s overOur worlds apart nowEach wordNew sentenceParagraph and phrase a newWithout the commas and periods you put me throughThey didn’t complete shitJust fucked up the grammarIncomplete sentences and fragmentsCausing my life to staggerNo consistencyAnd a tangent is prevalentBecause progressionExist only in your presentAnd then I return toFucked upAnd you don’t want to proof meJust let me be readIn mockeryThat’s how I knowEnglish is no longer for meAnd I will go downhistoricallyAs the girl who couldn’t use periods effectively