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I have a poem
A poem that can never be told
I write for love
I write for hate
I write for me
I write to be free
But I am tier
I am torn
I am suffocated
I have a poem
But it can’t be told
I have hurt….
Shh…. I have said too much
July 2012

I am yet to decide if I should explain this….perhaps over the next few poems what was going on in my life will be obvious.