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A Reminder


I use to think poetry would heal me. Of my hurt. pain. present and future. It didn't. 

I had given up on it, not questioning it's power and force on me. 

But it changed me as I grew up, becoming more of myself. Making me a stronger individual, like a rock within the wind. 

Poetry is my medicine, for life's casualities. I trust it, protect it like it is my child. 

A child of mine, I cannot deny. It taught me many things, so live and to fly. 

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