It's in my writing.
The way I feel about you.
The reasons for everything that I do.
The explanation behind my irrational state of mind.
It's in my writing.
The pain.
The confusion.
The frustration.
It's in my writing.
The secrets I keep.
The ones I wish you'd find out about.
On your own.
It's in my writing.
It's right here.
It's on these pages.
It's all for you.
But you haven't even bothered to read it, have you?
That's why I made this post so short.
That's why I made it look like a poem.
Because maybe then you'll read it.
Maybe then you'll understand.
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