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Reverse Emo Poem

No one gets it

not really

(unless they’ve been there)

the shift of consciousness

into a person who is

me but not me

a person who thinks thoughts

I would never think

does things

I would never do

 

No one gets it

but they can still

sit  talk  be with me

even if sometimes they get things wrong

even if sometimes they get frustrated

 

They can still keep me from 

floating away

They can keep the dark loneliness

at bay


No one gets it

but they can still be

a comfort

a shield

a protector

saving me

from myself

 

They don’t need to get it

to love me



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