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I feel like I could talk all night. Talk until my face turns blue. Tell you how I feel. Let you know exactly what I need from you and still you don't hear me. I am angry. I don't understand. You should be my person; but you're not. I am tired, lonely. Most of all, I am heartbroken. I am still an after thought, an "oh now I have to do this" check in the box. I sit here by myself writing this, and I feel guilty. I feel guilty for feeling this way; for needing you. Because I know you are busy, and you work hard. You work so hard there isn't much left. And as guilty as I feel, I know that I need more than you give. How do you fix something not everyone feels is broken?

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  1. yay_for_redheadsFebruary 18, 2012

    I'm hoping this is a poem you found and not how you feel. I wish I was there to sqiush you. I love yor guts, dear!

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  2. yay_for_redheadsFebruary 18, 2012

    I meant to type *your*

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