What if... (Number Twelve)
What if writing is how i cope with
the harshness of the world?
What if i write for my heart?
What if i write to communicate easier?
What if a place like Wattpad is the only place where i belong?
What if the "spectrum "
Doesn't exist here?
What if i'm just me here?
Whatever. It's not like you care...
You have better things to do
Than deal with a depressed retard like me.
So why do i bother sometimes?
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