IDK What to Title This but It's One of the Things I'm Dying to Tell You

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I want to tell everybody I know

who question my sanity still, that

the voices have always been loud

that I have never managed to shut them down or out

I wish I could let them know that I still hold on–

to every poem I wrote about you

because I have only ever felt love

when you held me every time I felt blue

and how I made you my muse the day I met you

that my demons only cooperate

when I remember how beautiful it felt

to love you.

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