Typos

sparem e
my despsairs

Each day I want to
Know where I beling
Each day I feel casted out

I am the victim of my oen typos
of life nd living

When people do come
to understand me
to lifet me
I carlessly
keep writnig
on thir hearsts

Son enough
awesomeness pbecomes

greusomneess

Ctueness becmes annouance

I live with my typos uncorrecting
unchanging

Expecting leaning burdeing
Till all ofyou leave

I know what I do
I dont correct inroder to have more do more
I ignore

there are no autocrrects in lfie.

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