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Free to be Me


I write because I do not speak without stuttering, crying, feeling weak. My power comes from the written word; it's my way to stand up and be heard. Expression of the soul my thoughts and feelings secrets silently shouted I play by my own rules. Here I'm in control. meter, rhyme-- or not. I need no mold. I write because it gives me wings Creativity, Activism, Tears, Smiles-- Anything and Everything I can free myself and remain ambiguous. I can speak my mind and remain anonymous. Prose is nice But poetry strikes a chord deep inside that resonates outward uncontrolled gaining speed, gaining sound, begging me to write it down.
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Nothing2Lose

College student, karateka, average bookworm/nerd, music lover, traveller/wanderer--oh and secret writer twitter: @taylorkinz235

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