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Poetry

Shh... listen to him saying the things I don't have words for about everything I know nothing about. You know, when you think: that's what I meant to say. "Love", I don't know? Love is some of that everything I know nothing about. That's how she is. All of the things, all of that stuff that I can't say, but every bit of how I feel.

And there he is, doing the things that I can't do, saying the things I don't have words for, up there in the limelight, up on the center stage. Watching, the only phrase I can say, avoiding and dodging all jealousy, in complete honesty, I say to myself: Carry on man, you're doing a hell of a job, doing something that I can't something I wish I could, carry on.

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