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Axel Kamati May 2015
The truth behind my absence might scare a few
People will turn a blind eye, because I am not part of their crew
I sit alone in a teeming room
Look up, you won’t find me there, I left to soon

My silent dwellings concaved, keep me sane
The noise within these walls, prevent the pain
As they stroll by me everyday
I hear them say...

"The light is too bright
For someone with poor eyesight
Dim it
For he will give you a fright!"

Spread the love, Stop the hurt
I am different

Introvert.

— The End —