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Anytime I’m with more than one I am not apart of the conversation.

Like it was last year

A head threatening with aches

A body tired

Exhausted

On the verge of fainting

My head falls down

My feet drag

My hands scribble

Some make me laugh, some smile, and some make me want to cry still.

For I cared and loved all those people that I had to keep some for myself. Maybe a coworker who I barely spoke to, to a long time best friend and we’ve gone out separate ways, to short lived close friends.

I hope you are all well… I do hope some return one day, that you’ll make an appearance again in my book.

I love you I do but I have a life outside of you and you tell me that’s good that’s okay but oh my you do not reflect that when I actually do.

I’m the bad guy even tho I do so much. It’s never convenient and that’s okay but realize that.

Wouldn’t you miss me? Wouldn’t you feel my absence?

But I had some of my favorite food and took care of my favorite humans.