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An Untitled Mess

I love how some people

Can articulate their thoughts so clearly.

 

They can say so little

And amount to so much.

 

I know I should stop

Comparing myself to them.

 

They have meaning.

 

My mind's a mess.

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I wish I could be poetic, but I guess I'm just me.

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