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Self love

by emateus

When I'm down I hate it When I'm up I remember what it was like before I made it. There's no way of expressing how I feel orally So I write it down and hide my feelings from public. If I allow people to read my pieces they love it. When I look at my book of poems I wanna burn it. I want to feel nothing . But poetry helped me realize that I'm something. I'm me.
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Emmanuel55
<p>&quot;<span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">But poetry helped me realize that I&#39;m something.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I&#39;m me.&quot; Great line!</span></p>

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