Anonymous
I love you.
I hate you.
I can’t live with you.
I can’t live without you.
Wherever my thoughts go,
My pen follows thereafter.
Whatever I cannot say,
My paper seems to cover for me.
I write to spill my guts.
To get out what I am too scared to say.
I can’t hurt feelings.
I am anonymous.
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