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Believe

May 19, 2007

I say things. And you don’t believe them.
I don’t say things. And you believe them.
Sometimes, I don’t know if I should say what I am thinking for fear of not being believed.

*———-*———-*

I say things. And you don’t understand them
I don’t say things. And you still understand them
Sometimes, I don’t know if I should say what I am thinking for fear of not being understood.

*———-*———-*

I say things. And I mean them. And you don’t believe them.
You say things. And you mean them. And I don’t understand them.
We both don’t say things. And we still believe them and understand them.
And we hurt. Ourselves. Each other.
And you think you know what I am thinking. And I think I know what you are saying…
……a hundred stories could be built. Sentences framed. And this could go on.
…And we would never know where and why who went wrong.

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One comment

  1. Reminded me of the song Killing me Softly, coz it ‘felt as if you knew me, in all my dark despair’.

    Somewhere in the world, he may have fallen in love with her who wrote elsewhere. But in another part of the world, someone just fell in love with the her writing.



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