Does it really matter that I can't focus properly?
Does it really matter that I am always messing up?
Does it really matter that I have a different way of thinking?
Why would it matter if I can't always make proper eye contact?
Why would it matter that suddenness of any sort makes me flinch?
And why should it matter that I'm any different, when really, everyone is different, because being the same just makes us copycats with a fake mask covering up our face.
(I feel like this one is really bad uugghhh)
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Poems (?)
ŞiirSo, some poems by me, "Zear Resparien" (maybe quotes too) I was reading through someone else's quotes thing and I decided I wanted to try this. Try to figure out the meanings of each one if you want and possibly comment, though it doesn't really mat...
