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May 2018
I write for me, not for you.
You might not know it, but I have feelings too.
Thoughts go through my head.
They would scare you to death.
My words are a mess, because I don't know who I am.
They tell me to be one thing, when I'm really not.
So I write and stay hidden behind the words.
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