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I write the words that you read,
but understand you don't,
rearranged to fit the meaning you want,
crumpled into piles of junk wastfully
laying around, filled with pain,
filled with hate...filled with love,
all things you don't see. Meaningless
gestures, meaningless thoughts,
quiet moments that I've now bought,
reasoning with the impossible,
arguing with nothing, a failing
want. Quietly sitting, thinking,
changing the world inside a mind,
trying to understand a self and mankind,
robbed of him, thought of as nothing,
no direction...pointed straight, I wont' miss,
its only one pull away, a life I don't need,
one I dont want... Cry out from here,
but no one hears...sorrow felt, but no tears.