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1d
People of my kind are cowards,
they say,
we are lazy,
they say,
we avoid our problems,
they say.

Yes we are,
and so are many others.
Our wants exceed our capability,
our expectations are without constraints,
but we are not.

I have not found my ambition,
I do not know how to,
I appreciate the beauty of this world,
I appreciate what life has to offer,
but I cannot live only for it.

Some see us as an anomaly,
they are confused,
some are worried,
some are bemused.

Do not help me,
for I want to feel,
do not help me,
for I want to leave.
Something I felt in COVID. A record of my dread and anxiety.
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