I can't knock on a door
I can't ask for extra napkins
I can't call to ask you how you are
I can't raise my hand without the fear of being wrong
I can't hangout with new people
I can't live my life.
It's like being in a cage that's unlocked
I can get out but I've trapped myself
It's like wanting to have friends but can't hangout
It's like suffocating but still breathing
It's not a way to live
It's a way to die.
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Is your joke still funny? (Book 1)
PoetryI love you and I'm missing you (All disclaimers in the bar above :))