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My Poem was Complete
  I went to write a poem.
  I wanted people to know how I feel.
  I wanted people to feel the hurricane of emotions that crashes inside of me.
  I sat waiting for the storm to clear,
  For the aftermath of my destruction.
  But there was no storm.
  There was no destruction.
  There was nothing.
  Because I feel nothing.
  So I wrote nothing
  And that was all that needed to be said.

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I think the things people write about say a lot about them, and I think that is all that is needed to be said.