A free-verse poem ^^ this is based on what may be the reason Italy is how he is.
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I'm sorry,
I'm crying again.
Don't be mad.
Why are you irritated?
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Did you know it hurts?
A lot.
I wish you could hear me.
But you don't hear what I want you to hear.
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Pasta is a fun word!
I hate pasta...
Why is it hard to enjoy it?
If you'd just listen to me...
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Today I stubbed my toe
And you came running.
Do I have your attention now?
Oh...the wrong kind...
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Come one.
Germany.
Stop scolding me and listen.
For once.
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Come on.
Japan.
Stop ignoring me.
For once.
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Have you left yet?
This place is deserted,
All I see is white.
Does that mean it's special?
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Do you wanna know where I am?
The place no one visits but me?
If I tell you, would you come?
I don't believe you.
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This place...
That I'm forced to...
Live in...
Will always be...
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Lonely.
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If you haven't figured what this means yet, think harder :3