Mundane
All I see is what I see. I don't try to understand them. I don't ask them personal questions. I don't ask them what's is wrong. I just don't. I'll listen to what they have to say, but it goes out the other ear. I'll say hi and leave when I want. I'm the awkward loner that has good friends. The awkward loner that has no cute nick-name. The awkward loner who is oblivious and ignorant to a person's troubles. All I see is what I see; and when I see Me, all I see is a dreamer that won't work for those dreams.
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