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I Write


Whatever I write would never turn out right. 

Nothing is good enough when surrounding you are people with more pain to share.

The pen pressed to the blank paper. 

Words. What are words? 

I have no sadness to share isn't that what moves people? 

Isn't that what makes people cry, shake their heads yes and say they feel your pain? 

But is that what poetry is about? 

Is it not about everything you feel? 

The happy the sad times. 

Writting, expressing myself... 

Whatever I write is my poetry. 

Whatever I write is what I need.

It does not matter what other people think.

Whatever I write only has to be right by me. 

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