Plethora [Of Poetry]

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When I first started out, scribbling words blankly on some paper.
Didn't think much of it.
I didn't want much from it, back then when it was just a hobby.

The end of 2018, when words were very simply my escape,
My distraction from my thoughts, heart pieced together by tape.
And I never thought much of it then, but now it's become more
More than what I originally intended it for.

Now it's not just a hobby,
It's a part of me too.
It's a piece of my heart,
Instead of filmsy tape, my words were glue.

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Now I know more, scribbling words meaningfully on some paper.
Now I think highly of it.
I want more from it, now when it shares a piece of my soul.

I have dreamt of being that girl,
A poet people love.
A poet poeple appreciate,
Right now I'm unheard-of.

Yeah, I dream to be the one to sit and write,
For a living,
Maybe rapping?
Poetry's always right.

It's a part of me
I will make it my routine.
Even if my body hurts,
And cheers don't come rolling in.

It's a part of me, my destiny,
Even if I don't know what's best for me.
From there and back, I'll take the pain,
It's worth it, I don't complain.

But even through the thick an thin,
One question will be within,
And it's only for me to ask
The answer lies ahead.
Now, I just need to keep going.
Writing.
Trying.