One of these sounds I make on a daily basis.
Truth is I don’t know why I do it.
I need to act like I do for this writing.
So, here goes.
People make fun of kids being dropped and turning out wrong.
I was dropped.
Extremely antisocial, I spent school days daydreaming,
rest of the day playing video games.
My reality was only what I saw through my screen.
No ideas filtered through someone else.
So I did what I wanted.
Must’ve messed me up.
I could be fabricating this story just to finish a assignment
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