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Not sure what I'm supposed to write about
Suddenly I have no more words
My mouth has become a dessert
And I just can't seem to find anything that describes what I'm feeling right now
It's difficult to understand
And that I know
I have had a difficult time accepting who I am
No, it's not about my sexuality
It's about my mental stability
How I cry at night
And how I fake a smile everyday
How I can lie so easily and no one ever know
Now everyone knows
I'm letting all these readers have a peek into my mind
I know it isn't fair
I should have told the people I trusted first
But I just don't think they will be so understanding
It's just a blob of words
And I really wish it wasn't
Looking out this window
I try to find peace
And I try to find the person willing to pick up the pieces
I wish it weren't my fault
You say it wasn't but it's was me from the beginning
No matter what you say
I did this
I started this war
And there is no end
Until the end of me
It's all my fault
And I'm sorry
I didn't know this would happen
Nothing was supposed to happen
Words were supposed to be my protector
But to find out it hurt me more than ever
Now that is a pain I can't explain.

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