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i sit here with all these words at my command and try to find the mix that will paint the clearest picture of what i feel today but as i sit here phrases swirling into line to be crossed off the list one by one each rejected by my mind as too precise or too confusing just not good enough i listen to the message my heart is sending out there are no words there is no way for me to let you see just how i feel today maybe there has never been and all my tries have been in vain but whether or not that is true i've come to realize that there is nothing more to say i'm wracking my brains trying to find some new, fresh, unique way to say what's been said before but i am nothing but a broken key pressed down and punching out the same letter: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii for that is all i see in these works i have spread in the hopes that someone will tell me something i don't already know it is all about me and while life is ever only about the self i get tired of being so in my head but as my head is so in me there doesn't seem a way around it so iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii will keep writing these poems while trying to ignore how pointless they really are.