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I do it to let out my emotions I was broken and lost I wrote words on a tear stained page They had a hidden meaning They told of the hurt I had been through It was my way to cope to express my self Poetry is a way I use to heal a way I once used to ensure survival Poetry has made me who I am I am stronger I am wiser Because I became a poet
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