Not Fair

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So much time passed me by. All the time I could only sit and cry.

Maturity I’ve got, but not the things that are supposed to come with it.

No matter how hard I try to decry, I cannot deny.

Whatever I have to offer, mostly I’m just a piece of shit.

I keep trying, my apparent fate I defy.

Broken as I am, I still have my intellect, imagination and wit.

I’m not a drowning man, waiting for someone to save the guy.

Just cursed with a combination of traits that suck and make me a misfit.

Tortured artist, girls seem to like that, but not when you look like me and are cripplingly shy.

Still, when I see some of the pricks they go for I have to wonder… what makes me so unfit?


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