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About This Poem
The Mess
The mess is what's left
addressing these matters
over and over but does it
matter without a clue just
wondering what happened
burying myself in these
endless thoughts with so
many questions without anyone
to answer them I'm crying for
one moment of your time
but nevermind it's not the
time and the mess is what's
left
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