🌠unedited because I'm lazy🌠
September 23rd 2024
A late night ramble, pointless and silly
Im not complaining so let's get this straight, I find it very weird this is who I've become as of late
Slow as I am
Trapped in the loping of my mind
Dyslexia scales my words
And my unsightly stutter stammers my speech, sticking and stuck in mutters
All of it is but a buffer, and when i am lonely I find it
Harder and harder to speak
I sound stupid, a loop stuck on repeat.
What? What did you say?
My hearing is failing and I rely on their mouths to move and their tongue to waggle
But if they dont enunciate, their words are nothing but a garble, I am reduced to haggle, what? What did you say?
It should not be this way
But it is
Oh well
Odds are odd
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