Without

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Poetry is my therapy

Take it from me

You have blood on your hands

Don't underestimate me

Words are a therapy

Without them,

I wouldn't be here

I may not talk about my problems

But

This makes me forget

Forgetting is my drug

Though my mind may wander

I still ponder

What the world would be like

Without words.

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