its okay,
even with no one to share it with...
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im eager to say everything.
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my lack of expression through the oral & written word
wears on me like the worn out jeans i wear once a week
at my place of work where i spend each day
hoping that my sense of tomorrow brings desire.
if tomorrow comes,
that is...
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my state of mind tells me that nothing really is...
i find it strange to say that
nothing really is.