Sunday, May 23, 2010

stuck

There are things I need to talk about with you
Things that I don't necessarily want you to know
Things I'm not comfortable with
I don't know how to bring them up
There never seems like a good time to do it
This is going to kill me
I wish you knew what I know
I wish you felt what I feel
There is no easy way to execute this
I think we all know that.

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