somethings I don’t know

 

it’s really hard here
I don’t know the common things
the simple things
as simple as tying knots on a dress
there is laughing, jesting — many a times in good humour
but it breaks me apart
like bone being beaten
why do I have such a retarded growth
I speak in a different language
a colloquialism all of my own
and I feel like breaking into a fetal slide
with X-rays showing the malfunction ▬

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