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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2003576
Me trying to explain how I felt in fifth grade.
Never see me
I'm so tired of trying to be
A false flower
Everything that I ever knew
Just fades away
I am as mixed up as I ever could be
And there is a great big hole,
In me

I strive to understand,
And the words that you have said

I try to make you understand
What I have said

But to no use

You will never understand
What I have said
The feelings in me
If you could just listen
Please, just for me

I beg

I love you
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