Sorry.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

I'm just passing through.

I don't remember

taking a piece of paper

and a pen

to my hands

and signing up for this thing called life, babe.

Oops.

Pardon me.

I'm just looking

for the exit.

(Can you find it?)

Cause I see detours and shortcuts

but that's not the way I wanna go.

Sorry again.

Can you let me get through?

There's too many people

and such a small space.

Everyone is glaring

in my direction

because I am such

a nuisance.

So I'd like to say I'm sorry,

for breathing air that was meant

to be yours.

For putting my foot down where the

ground doesn't want it.

For showing my face

in a place it isn't to be seen.

It's not my fault

they didn't give a handbook for this

hallway (they call it Life)

with its doors, and

hidden corridors.

Is it?

If it is, then,

Sorry.

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Ahh! I have this thing where I like writing what comes to mind...

but this seems kind of...

maybe I'll delete it later.

and sorry if this is annoying (haha) but id like to document somewhere (might as well be here) that I am going to do more things that I like (in otherwords, be myself.)

Candy kisses,

Charlie Rose.