Poetry

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I can't remember what you sounded like when you spoke to me.

I remember what you sounded like when you spoke to your siblings, though. Sometimes you sounded happier. Most of the time you just sounded mad.

And sometimes I feel pretty happy. I always feel happy when I see people who are funny in a simple way. Sometimes, when I talk to people, they say normal things in perfect words that makes me feel really content with the world, and I kinda just want to talk to them forever.

You kind of stressed me out, sometimes, and I felt like I should scold you but also like I wasn't allowed to.

Sometimes I feel like someone wants me to say something really awesome, but I don't have anything awesome to say; i can't even answer questions in class without stuttering. 

But I still kind of missed you, for a while. For a long time. Then i didn't miss you so much as feel lonely, and then i felt nothing, and then i kind of wanted to die.

I didn't kind of. I only didn't because I didn't want to hurt people.

There's this guy that makes me smile because he seems kind of like the world hasn't killed him yet, or maybe it has and he just pretends it hasn't.

I kind of miss you. Every single day I have so many stories and no one to tell them to. I don't think you'd like to hear them, though; no one else does.

I went running today. That's something I haven't done in forever. 

I think i'd tell you about that, if you would want to listen. There's this kid in band who kind of acts like he doesn't know me and kind of acts like he does. I like him. He's nice.

I think I made friends at high school. There's this girl and she likes memes but she's really nice. But I still haven't found anyone who will stay up with me and talk about things that are kind of ridiculous but mean something to the two of us.

I think I just wrote a letter to someone I don't want to talk to. 

I think I'd tell you about that, too. If you wanted to talk to me.