1:Prologue

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I must confess
That I am the writer but you will always be the words, lines and verses.
That come straight from my heart.
Like a perfect melody.
And I know that you will always be impossible.
And maybe that's my problem.
That I always make you impossible.
But it is unavoidable to think.
That you will never know what I think.
Unless you read a piece of me.

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