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In my perfectly painted room
All my books in order
Small animal figurines I like to own
Line up straight inside the glass cabinet that is also paintakishly clean by me.
Once?
Twice ?
Thrice in a day.
Everything is spotless.
All my artworks on my walls,
Straight and alligned.
My working table at the side,
Have not a speck of dust.
Pens and papers are piled on the side neat and perfectly.
I look around hapilly,
It's perfect.
And then I realize everything is crooked,
But I don't mind.
I can just clean again anyway.
Messes irritates me,
And I notice that I always cleaning the same mess OVER AND OVER.
And I have a NIGHTMARE,
Nightmare while I am wide awake.
And that consist of my thoughts that makes me cringe,
My own hand!
Oh! I should keep this clean.
Avoiding people to TOUCH ME not minding to offend them.
I hate DIRT,
Who likes them, right?
But don't DARE to tell me we're the same.
I do not TOUCH doorknob with my hands,
Because it freaks me out with belief that so many germs,
And stranger have touched them
With whatever you might think of.
Yet I have no choice but to open the door,
With the thinking that
I can just WASH MY HANDS
Three times?
Five times?
We'll I don't actually count so maybe
Ten times.
Routines and rituals are a Daily task.
Checking and rechecking consume my day.
Things I own always have their proper places, and
Doing things out of order will make me go CRAZY.
I HAVE OCD
But hey! It is not a disease,
Yet I need your understanding
PLEASE, don't come near ME.
#minyoongi
#misterAUTHOR11
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