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It feels something like leaning over The top of a tall building and staring down At all the people who are and will do The things I could but rather wouldn't Perhaps it's the introduction of happiness That's robbed my ability to express in words When I am no longer feeling content And can only reach for poetry as an outlet.

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QSaint

American

For You?

Written by

QSaint

American

Published

Dec 21, 2017

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1m

Notes: This poem isn't finished now, nor will it be later.

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