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I recently was organizing one of my binders because I couldn't find anything in it and I came across a poem I had started a long time ago but never finished.For some reason I feel compelled to write it here even though its just four lines long.
Never will you see,
Whats inside of me,
The thoughts in my head,
All the things left unsaid.
Not very original,even I know that.I have no idea where to go with it next.Its something that I'll be thinking about for a while probably.Any thoughts?You don't have to tell me anything but I'd like some type of response.I suppose I'm also wondering if anyone is out there.
Never will you see,
Whats inside of me,
The thoughts in my head,
All the things left unsaid.
Not very original,even I know that.I have no idea where to go with it next.Its something that I'll be thinking about for a while probably.Any thoughts?You don't have to tell me anything but I'd like some type of response.I suppose I'm also wondering if anyone is out there.