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No Sense

Honestly?

It doesn't make sense to me either,

About everything that I feel yet don't say,

And about everything you say but don't feel.


From unending conversations,

To the conversations that we avoid,

From effortless talks,

To the talks that we don't do anymore,

From being there,

To being here.


Honestly?

It doesn't make sense to me either,

About everything that's happening,

And about everything that isn't.


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