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Jul 2018
I never spoke to you before.
How are you doing?
Are you feeling at home?
I’ve ignored you for so long.
I’ve never tried to grab a guitar and play you a song.
Is the temperature right?
Do I need to add some ice or turn the heater on tonight?
What’s your favorite thing or two?
I’ve been doing me but I forgot what you like to do.
How are the people around me?
Do you find them interesting or do you just like to be alone?
Because they are succulent that leave you dry as a bone?
I want to know.
Is there a place you would like to go?
Somewhere where the raindrops are like blessings when they touch your nose.
A place you can retreat and let the tears flow.
Or somewhere the sun is beaming that leaves evaporated snow.
I want to know who you are because I am confused who I am and I am lost, I’ve walked too far.
Asking for your direction.
Hello? Can you hear me?
Is this working?
Testing...testing...testing.
Richard Reid
Written by
Richard Reid  27/M/Mount Vernon, NY
(27/M/Mount Vernon, NY)   
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