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Feb 2014
I don’t know
What we talk about
Or what we are saying.
I just know that I’m listening,
And I know that you’re listening,
And that makes me feel content;
Like I finally have someone who
Will listen
To all of my *******
And all of my sob stories
And all of everything
No matter how long you have to sit there
And wait for me to be okay, again.
I finally feel like I did something right.
I feel like this choice
Was something
That wasn’t just a “choice”.
Like this “something” was meant to happen.
All I’m saying is
I love you,
And for once I know,
That is not a lie,
And will never,
Not even once,
Be one.
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