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*vent* Sometimes I wonder: am I necessary? Do people want me around? Or am I just erasable, like pencil markings? I am just a shadow, you don’t see me, but you know I’m there. Do you stop to see if I’m still sane? In this world, no one asks how you are. Kill or be killed in society, no one wants a stupid tag-along like me. I try to fit in, but I am a broken arm. No one enjoys a broken arm. I hide as you walk by, fearing what you’ll do next. I try hard, but I go unnoticed. Or noticed, as the geek and the nerd, the one with her head in the clouds, the one who never makes sense, or just is too annoying to be around. To all those idiots like me, don’t give up. The wolves hunt at night after all. Don’t let the sun set. Cry your eyes out, and be blind. Be saved from the world of misery before us. We trip each other, we hurt each other, and the victims just say ‘I’m fine, it´s nothing’ like I have and still do. Hiding away in your corner, hopefully you’ll find a friend.
Maybe this is a vent, maybe it’s how I feel on a daily basis @kimuthenobel For always being my friend And staying with me for when I was broken And helping me when I was hurt Go give her a follow
