I wrote a poem for you today...
Will you tell a friend?
I started off not knowing what to say,
but somehow I made it to the end.
I didn't know what to write,
for fear you might not read it.
It was then that I learned my plight
was to do what I needed...
I took some time to write for you
because you were on my mind.
I know I told you I was through,
and I meant it... at that time.
I told myself I'd write each day
that you sneak into my thoughts.
But revealing what I have to say
is something I may not...
Don't be disheartened, my mind is ill.
I've not yet come or go.
But when I find my way, I'll still
need help recognizing what I don't know.
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