If I became someone
someday
I promise to not be
a prude
or shy away
when comes the moment
to look back and say—
Thank you
to all my friends
and various other folks
who made me feel
unseen enough
to such an extent—
I couldn't help
but create
a bunch
of stupid stuff
with my hands
so as not to wallow
in my gratefulness
towards you all.
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