.
Every little thing—
When I’m too loud,
When I’m so awkward,
When I’m anti-social
And uncaring;
Every word I say—
The stupid ones,
The dull,
Say too little,
Say too much;
Every little shame—
That tasteless dress,
That shouted secret,
Inexplicable pride
In some self-destruction…
Should I dispel regret
For all those somethings past?
After all,
These days were fashioned
For me.
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i really love this.
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