I'm a picture without a frame.
A poem without a rhyme.
A car with three wheels.
A sun without fire.
I am a gun without bullets.
I am the truth without someone to hear it.
I am a feeling without someone to feel it.
This is who I am.
A mess without you.
Something beautiful with you.
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It's interesting how sometimes when I read IWTFY posts, I don't understand at all, but when I read it at a different time, in a different mood, I find that it can reflect exactly how I feel. Beautiful.
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