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My Reason of Me


School

The place where I need to escape

The place where I learned my outlet.

From my feelings,

My head,

And my studies.

Writing is an outlet to let me be

Simply me.

The me that no one knows

Except the journals.

My journals.

Every person has a life

Every girl has a story

Every story defines her.

And my writing defines me.

Allowing me to be able to feel,

To be free

To express one's self to say anything

To express one's self to be anybody

They wanna be.

My writing is me.

My writing is my poetry.

The song that no one can decipher,

The song that contains all my secrets,

Desires,

And dreams.

A dream to be with you

A dream to be better than you

A dream to make myself proud

And be the me that I can be.

 

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