"you"
I don't know who I'm talking to
I just keep addressing an imaginary "you"
And some may think that it's insane
I just think it slows down my pain
Because I have nobody to truly talk with
So I talk to you in a fictional bliss
And though I know it's very bizarre
You and I are as close as real friends are
September 2009
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