Dear James.
My friend, you look to me, to judge the other half of honesty,
and here I sit, all complacent, to which I am not,
But with understanding, you realize,
the person oft forgot.
A smile that half realizes
sane and stupid compremisises
for what I look for,
and yet not,
I am who I am.
I am one person
No, I am onother,
But that is me.
Can you, dear James, understand?
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