how does it feel to be forgotten in your room? to feel you are the lousier man? to have your pride washed down the sink? come come, ask me.
for all my hope, passion, enthusiasm, optimism since my boyhood, is there no room for moments otherwise?
how does it feel to be left to fight your own battles when books and quotes tell you friends will be there? how does it feel to be there for others and find no one around when you need? how does it feel to celebrate your happiest moments lacking sleep, friends, and joy? come come, ask me.
Uncle T
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