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The words in my heart, Poured out into my writing. The words aching within, Underneath my exterior, hiding. I tell you my thoughts, I reveal to you my secrets. I allow you to read them all, Supporters, haters, and hypocrites. To show emotion to those I don’t know, Do you not find that strange? Or do you agree with me, Finding me in the “sane” range? I can’t even tell my family, Yet I tell those I never even met. “Yeah, that’s very odd,” That’s what you’re thinking, I bet. But, you know what, I’m glad that you all read. I show emotion through this, It’s something that I really need. Without my ‘poems’ and the readers, I’m nothing at all. So I guess I owe you thanks, For catching me as I fall. THANKS YOU ALL!
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