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My Way To Live


I used to be abused,

And unheard.

But now,

Everybody listens.

To my story,

And my fantasies.

Without this,

Nobody would care.

About me,

Or what I have to say.

Poetry is my ocean,

I'm its bird.

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mariah
<p>I love it</p>

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