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This is Why


I pray everyday that I can grow others through the growth of myself that these words fly off the page or are picked up off the shelf they thrive and they flourish they breath the breath of life just inhale the miracles as well as the strife these words may not mean much to you but they mean the world to me writing has turned my emotions into a tangible thing understanding the past present and future looking at me and looking at you whether driven by chords on a guitar the beats of a drum or with just the sound of my voice I hope my words are soothing and drown out the noise by hearing great writers read their lines from a page it inspired me to find relief in poetry
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