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blegh

when i thinktalking...in my headit'snot like talkingit's like an echoof every single personthat i have heard speakexcept for youyou are a voice.

i wish to find a solution a remedy, some form of perfection i am going to solve it i will save it i will cure the world.

She. ...was a drop of rain.Only there when she chose to be,Splashing into everybody's life and then… ..

I'm not used to this, the feeling I get when I'm around him. The way he looks at me, and the things he says, How he wonders what's going ..

An old one, just realized I hadn't posted this. /:

Stuff...

erm....don't read this if you don't like super long, poems, that repeat the same thing over and over again.

First Version

This poem was recently published (World Poetry Movement). :/