Please let me be present. To feel the things I am meant to.

I’ve never asked for your advice. Never listened to a word you have said.

What makes you think I’ll ever care? All you do is whisper, judge, stare.

Life is a journey. This, they always seem to say.

Your advice is the baggage. Unwanted and unclaimed.

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