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weekdays and weekends nights i look up it’s midnight 

i spend my thoughts to this website

im bottled up with emotions 

i can’t help but help the commotion 

 

my mind needs to heal as i delete and insert these words

straight out of my head perfectly, like chiming chords

its important to me, the most easiest to be 

to let go of all but how mysterious it could be

 

i love the thought of this chatter

everyone talks about what matters

put the word out and share your thought 

as this world needs to be taught

 

whatever it is everyone learns one 

your not alone in this hun 

it might be tough so speak out your words

its powerful, we need more, you prideful turd 

 

it opens my mind up, it’s a beautiful art

but, don’t worry, about the depressing part

its emotions, feeling, and rights all brought into a poem

all you can do is owe em what’s news

 

so we speak our words in our best way 

you’re awesome, now write a poem 

it’s time to celebrate 

 

as you speak a poem it shares thoughts

you might of changed ones life in one shot

inspiration is all it takes to open 

i still remember when i watch a video about what i’ve been copin

 

i started out writing in my notes 

i only shared a few but changed my folks

to remind others and yourself

your not alone in this tall shelf 

 

it’s hard to put feelings into words and there’s probably a lot i missed

but i hope you get the gist. 

 

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