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This isn't a poem
let me make that very clear

This has no title, no set layout, no template, no plan, no general idea
this is the concrete and burning tar seeping out of my heart
it's leaving a warm hazy feeling in my chest
a lump in my throat
a throb in my head
my hands don't know what to do
my eyes don't know where to look
I'm laying here numb almost- I want to explode, but I can't seem to move.

You're asleep right now
I don't know where to turn or where to go
I'm not crying although the front hemisphere of my skull is quivering in desperation
I feel so bad at times because there are a lot of things I'm bad at
expressing my feelings for example
I feel like a burden to you
Do you love me?

Please

I don't even know what I'm trying to say
my fingertips are just hovering over keys at this point
am I actually lost?

Please


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