Sitting in my room.
Minding my own business.
I hear something fall,
So I, of course, look over to it.
I wish I hadn't.
It was a roach.
Where did it come from?
I just look at it.
And now it is resting peacefully on the bottom of my least favorite pair of shoes.
I should probably clean that up.
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Painless
PoetryDear World, I don't know who I am. This is me trying to find out. Book 1