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How have I already
Written over thirty
Poems full of feelings
Emotions
And strange things no one cares about
How have I already
Created so many wordy
Chapters of nothingness
Stuffed to the brim
With things only some understand
Why do I make these
When the people who read them
Already know how I feel?
Why do I write
When, try as I might
Nothing makes sense to me?

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