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I Get It 
          	
          	I Get It
          	It’s okay—
          	I get it.
          	
          	I’ve seen the way
          	you light up for others,
          	how your words come easier,
          	like you don’t have to think twice.
          	
          	With me,
          	everything feels slower—
          	short replies,
          	long pauses,
          	like I’m something
          	you have to get through.
          	
          	Maybe it’s me.
          	Maybe I talk too much,
          	or not enough.
          	Maybe I care in ways
          	that make people step back.
          	
          	I replay conversations
          	more than I should,
          	wondering where
          	I became less.
          	
          	And I hate that part—
          	the part where I start
          	shrinking myself
          	just to fit
          	into your attention.
          	
          	So I stop asking,
          	stop trying,
          	stop expecting.
          	
          	Because some things
          	don’t need to be said
          	when they’re already felt.
          	
          	It’s okay, really—
          	you don’t have to explain.
          	
          	I see it now.
          	…...
          	I wouldn’t choose me either.