I feel like I have a stain on my soul.
I've decided to put in here the odd things that won't leave my mind alone. Pieces of poems that never develop but just refuse to leave or odd thoughts about my life that bug me.
I am more than the person you see.
I am more than the person you believe me to be.
I am less than the person I want to be.
I crawl through life, seeking your attention
like the driest desert seeks the rain.
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