My Poetry
Alone in the world, no one by my side. i pick up a pen and i write down every thing i hide. My pain, my struggles and joyful moments my poetry finds a way to keep me going. i need to escape to a world unknown my paper is my destination and my pen is my transpertaion. My poetry is a way for others to see inside of my head. The good the bad and everything i dread. I write my poetry to keep me sane. I feel my poetry makes my name.
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