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Jul 2011
I talk to you,
this silent conversation,
talking about loves,
and all the likeings

I listen to you,
enjoying our conversation,
laughing when needed,
smile on my face

You look and see nothing,
just another friend,
just another person,
you see nothing in me,
but my story is different,
hiding in my inner skin

I scream to you,
explaining everything,
all my feelings,
all my love,
telling you the truth
poured out to your knowledge,
never will you seem to know,
my real wants,
they stay in one place,
only on the inside.
Max O
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