You see my words, but do you hear them. You look at my profile, but do you read it. Do you see the pain of loneliness. Do you heed the laughter and sorrows. Words are a book of ourselves. If you skip to the good parts your missing most of me.For entirety is the key,For you to really see.
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
im find that very few read my profile in its entirty, as they mail me with other assuming ideas.