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I Hate Wind

I hate wind, It just gets In the way It’s an inconvenience And it gets On my nerves It takes away Perfectly made things And ruins them In some sort Of way, and It misplaces things That people might Need to keep It messes up My whole day When there is A strong gust Because my OCD Tries to fix What it has Undone, not allowing Me to be At peace because The wind continues To move around Everything and put Them out of Place and I Really can’t deal With that kind Of relentless torture I hate wind Because it triggers My OCD and Sends me into A state that Has to fix Everything in sight I don’t want To live through That thing anymore So yeah, I Hate the wind Don’t try to Contradict me unless You can tell Me how to Tell my brain To shut up, Otherwise back away, Never come back Any other day Written on December 18, 2020

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