Inside Out
Expressing my heart, soul, and mind with just one utensil,
freedom in my hand but to others just a bright yellow pencil.
Writing and releasing at the same time,
the thoughts and impressions that adventure my mind.
Give me paper and Ignite the lead,
as I let go of the curiousity in my head.
I write so that I can finally smile,
I write to express this pain I've had for a while.
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I have had my ups and downs but I pull through. I ride horses and write when I'm feeling down. I'm easy to talk to. I love listening.
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