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I know I can't talk without stammering.

especially in front of you and others.

the memories are to hard for me to think about again.

this poem is lame.

i fucking know already

am just trying to say what I feel

bexause when I am trying speak words, 

ot seems like a blade was driven though my heart

i can only seem to write my thoughts

it makes me feel strong

it will take years before someone will acknowledge me

i don't give a shit of you don't vote to hear my voice again

i get it

i like to be hidden

keeping my distance

just want too stay on the shelf until one finds me special

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