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Jul 23
I hate talking,
and the public.
I’d prefer to be alone,
left in my room
to rot on my own.
People ask to go out,
and I say yes.
But instead wish to drown.
It’s not that I hate you,
I just hate social stuff.
I get nervous from a call,
and when I text
I always have to double check.
I can’t speak without wanting to leave,
and I always pray for a way out.
Please don’t speak to me.
It’s not that I hate you,
I just don’t like interacting.
I’m antisocial and fowl.
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Brooklyn  18/F
(18/F)   
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   The Romantic and Stardust
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