we don't speak much anymore. and even when we do, it's in a coded message which to other people, the message says something different from what we actually mean. there is no name attached to the message, so we are never sure who its from. so we reply back uncertain, also attaching no name which makes them not know who its for.so, the messages go back and forth but, we but speak in a way its as if its a completely different language, hence we cannot understand each other. in my head im screaming, make some sense! but the plea goes unanswered. so the uncertain messages go back and forth not quite sure if they are being answered. to afraid. that's what we are. to afraid to confront each other and speak our minds. and that's our tragedy..
to whom? you'll never know..
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im soo emo in poems but not on the outside. im comforting to people when they're sad.i make friends too easily but i have a bad memory. luv poems(nothing can take me away from my poems unless i want to).luv anime,manga,poems,books,swimming(even if i
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