You, Me, and Poetry

My words are my own-
My pain will be forever known-
These are my confessions, wripped from this skin & bone-

I write to keep a record of events to remember-
To share with greedy souls, these feelings, I surrender-

My secrets I cant hold in-
My regrets and silent sins-

Its up to you, me, and the poetry-
Were destined to inspire-
With the experience and pain that each or us require-

We keep a time line of every meaningful event-
We were created to create, with this gift and curse thats heven sent-

This poem is about: 
Me

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