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Expression


Poetry frees me in a way my words cannot. No stumbles, no stutters, no pain. Only rhythm and a gained sense of self. I am me, without any pretenses or lies. No disguises or cover-ups. No fears or doubts. It’s not words I put to paper, but my feelings. My thoughts. My actions. I write for myself and for everything I can be.
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