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After

I spoke and felt with true, deep intention.
I hold everything I feel deep down, this is how I have lived.
This is why I feel certain and indecisive things.
Things, because there is no definition.
I spoke, to you.
I am riddled with thoughts of you, sights of you.
The slightest movement in your features brings me back.
How do I open up?
I don't.
As you hold the key to it all.

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