do you doubt me
when i say i love you
when i call so many times
for nothing at all
just to know
if you are all right after all.
i mean, it's crazy.
but when the whole world
slaps you and hits you and leaves
bits of scars, blisters
and empty promises you try
to forget
it is crazy.
but when you look around
and the switch is turned off
and there are holes when you
breathe, but there's no reason
and the only reason is
you and us, and what used to be
it's not that crazy.
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omgosh... i'm going crazy...
aaanyhoo... omgosh, dude, whats up with you and holes. there are holes when you breathe? where? i dont see the logic behind this! tut tut tut
anyhoo, your first stanza line HIT me. it was like a slap on my face when i read that. i dont even know why. and nope, i dont doubt HAHAHAHAHAHA (okay i'm calm and composed) anyhoo... yea, yes, another beautiful poem, that was awesome... yes yes (i'm tired of saying your poems are awesome!!!) NOOOO... this cant be happening, its like u have a born talent. ugh. fine. be that way then. pssh.
(i'm okay!)
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