Writing What's Wrong

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I think.

Alot.

But who can listen?

Who has the time?

Who wants to?

It bothers me.

But poetry.

Always there.

Waiting.

On me.

Confessions.

Thoughts.

Stories.

Anything on my mind.

She helps me get it out.

Whatever.

However.

Whenever.

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