I write

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I write to show,
The world my heart

A piece of my soul,
As a form of art

And yet no one may know,
Of who I may be,

For my words put veils,
Through which all eyes can't see

So not with your eyes,
But with your soul must you look,

For my words belong to those,
Who can feel every tear inked in my book

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