I hear the people I see I see the colors of the wind that everyone says is clear. Is the sky not blue are clouds not white or grey, are the tress's leaves or the grass green. Am I not me. As much as you see, as much as you hear, but yet you don't see me, you don't really hear me. If I could really. Talk to you like this then you finally really see and hear me and I know you will listen because who else do you come for advice for.
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The secret life of me and some advice
PoetryRoses are red violets are blue the world is greener my writing is weirder but advice is really nice but when it comes from me all we really are a friends that we have never met
