its just an exercise

Make me smile. You know I can love you. Im not the right person you say, so Im forgetful and often so sullen. My make up isn’t what you were expecting. My gifts are small and large. It doesn’t matter how you like it. As long as it makes you feel. They are timing me because they don’t really like me so much. They would say Ive lost my language, but I don’t believe in language. We are all rotten,  but it makes me feel alive. Going down and learning you are who you aren’t. All the things we throw away are the ones we like the most. We cant be real. We can only be on time.


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