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I'm a picture without frame.
A poem without a rhyme.
A car with three wheels.
A sun without fire.
I am a gun without bullets.
I am the truth waiting for someone to hear it.
I am a feeling waiting for someone to feel it.
This is who I am.
A mess without you.
And beautiful with you.
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