"9•19•19"

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My words, a wasted breath,
My thoughts, a waste of space,
Don't know where this comes from but I gotta get out of this place,
Just want you to understand,
Get a taste of real love,
Our differences compliment each other, but whats this really made of?
want to be on the same page,
My n•••• are we even in the same book?
Shooting words back and forth, our hooks don't add up,
I feel crazy admitting it, scared we won't be the same puzzle that once fit.
Even through all this though, I love you Tris.
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Not a complete poem but a couple lines that I really liked the flow of:
Lightning strikes my mind,
While the thunder beats out of my chest,
Constantly running out of time,
Tired, but I'm trying my best.

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