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i wrote my feelings down

on some scrappy paper

not knowing that one day you might read it 

and understand how i feel


i wrote it in what you call poetry

but what i call noise

because my head is full of it

full of all these feelings and words 


i write them in my tongue

and you read them in yours

both versions completely different 

the message never completely true

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