I kind of always figured I was a bother to people. Like a pesky fly that seem to never leave. I try to leave, but when I try it seems like I'm more in the way. More of a bother. More of a pesk. I'm an inconvenience in the lives of the people I love most. An inconvenience to my friends for my lack of silence and calm. An inconvenience to my family for my health and constant needs. An inconvenience to the only person who truly cares for coming into their life and need of them. An inconvenience to everyone for everything.
So..to the the world, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
