Words
Squiggles and lines
Onto my paper go
They are my life
My simple say so
My tears mix
With the ink
My anger flows
And becomes no more
This is my way to let go
You ask me if I'm ok
And I really am
That’s why I write
To let it all go
I'm always all right
I can't not be
How could I help
Everyone that needs me?














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