Unknown - Poem by Michael Buchanan
here i sit, acting like a pro, typing words unknown, no clarity to my thoughts, thinking and thinking of what to write, to try to find words to make it read right, when it all comes out wrong, nothing can change that, Trust me ive tried, cant work all it does is lie, take whats true from inside and change it so you can confide in its meaning clearer at first then in the end. This is one i wont do that too, im tierd of it all not knowing what to do..and how to change everything to please you.
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