Life cut your boy some slack.
Isn’t it enough?
You spared others for less,
why eyes on me, pray tell?
Whisper through the wind or convey while I sleep.
Can’t you notice my uneasy walk?
Can’t you hear my stuttering talk?
Can’t you see my dried tears?
I implore, stop.
Don’t make me your favorite,
that badge carries hell lot of pain.
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