Where Do They All Come From

every page that is filled
I wonder
where
suddenly
all these words are coming from
they just seem to pour
to spill
out of me
each one a tear
I hid
I pretend not to care
just like you
but you are better at it
we can pretend together
if you like
although
it's too late
because you know better than I do
I can lie to myself better than you
stop always being right
we both hate it when you do that





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