Someone to talk to.
You won't have to pay them a fine.
They'll have no reason to judge you.
The only reason they listen is so that they can speak too.
A non-jugmental laugh and smile. An unbiased tear and yell.
They know what I've been through and understand the way it made me, the way it shaped me.
I relate to what they claim, too.
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A poem about having a trusted friend that you can spill your guts to without the feeling of judgment and guilt :)
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ПоэзияMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
