Just reading back through comments left
by pleasant people meaning well
and realize I feel bereft
of those I opted to repel
I don't know why I choose to be
alone the way I always am
it's hard enough accepting me
without the stress of giving a damn
but maybe there will be a time
when I can finally find the spot
where interactions aren't a crime
and I don't seek a plot.
Are You Reading Me?
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