I’m Wounded

Clumsy.

I’m so clumsy I always make things fall…

The book on the table, my phone, the box of accessories, sometimes even the spoon and fork…

I’m so clumsy, it hurts me… Today I hit a wall, it wounded me…

I’m so clumsy I always make things fall…

Why won’t you?

Well, you’re not a thing after all.

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