Why?

July 10, 2013

My words go unheard,

But not unseen.

My words are a part of me,

They say who I am.

They tell my life story

Of drugs, alcohol, and abuse

They let me out of my cocoon

so everyone can see the real me.

they let me meet you

they let me let go

and finally be free

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