r.a.p
before i put myself out there within rythme and poetry,
i was a boy with empty words and no one would notice me,
i would express my self on paper painfuly and soulfuly,
i drempt of being a author through poetry i hope to be,
poetry was my way out and into my own world,
it was my way of expressing how i feel to a girl,
its my pain put on paper so its not just im my mind,
when i write its who i am on the inside,
its more than simple words put in context to see vividly,
its words from my heart most of all its poetry,
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