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Jun 2015
More often than not,
I find myself talking to myself.
And it gives off a feeling that is emptier than empty.

Even if you'd ask me to talk to you instead,
there is naught to say.

Tis' just not meant to be.
casually, thinking how life would be, if i could express myself better to other people.
shhh
Written by
shhh  Port Swettenham
(Port Swettenham)   
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