sometimes i think too much. think too much out loud.
or maybe i am just talking. talking to the wrong person.
would you listen?
i have so much to say.
i attempt to put my past together. my life.
each piece that slides together. becomes more of me.
i grow. as i shrink.
and shrivel. i become more real.
and only You would understand.
or have the chance to understand.
You are so much.
so much of me.
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