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Jul 2015
I am not social.
I don't talk to others.
I don't trust people either,
Not even my own mother.

Talking to strangers just seems horrible.
I can barely talk to anyone with it being bearable.

Yet, I hate to be alone, but I feel safer in solitude.
Who can I thank for this wonderful attitude?

People don't get it. Telling me to make friends.
I could do that, if people weren't total ****-heads.

People are horrible, I understand now.
People are horrible, and I know how.
Also, not one of my best.
Kai Christensen
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Kai Christensen  Washington State
(Washington State)   
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