My Life
Poetry is my everything,
It is the air I breath,
It is the blood that flows through my viens,
Without it,
My heart wont beat,
My brain would over heat,
It keeps my stable,
Allowing me to express myself,
In such a creative way,
It gives me hope,
It helps me believe,
Poerty makes me,
Me.
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