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inside me
inside me their is reasoning,
inside me their is rhyme,
inside me their is an echoing,
aging without time.
a family tree uprooted,
the branches dry and bare,
inside me their is a nothingness,
though never do i share.
days and days of afterthoughts,
you wonder what they do,
remind me of the memories,
old dreams, that never came true.
inside me their is mistrust,
inside me their is pain,
inside me is an emptiness,
where i dance in tears like rain.
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you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does
p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes. 
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