Poetry
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Poetry from my thoughts, actions, opinions, and feelings, they may good or may be bad, all I know its they mean much to me, and are my only way to feel or breathe without this I would be a shell of a person, or most likely dead.
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While I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I Speak ... in silence

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