Over 100 poems later,
And I'm still getting by
Each one tells the truth,
Not one tells a lie.
Do you want to know,
The secrets i have kept?
Just read through the poems,
That I wrote when i should of slept
Writer's Block has come,
But never stayed too long.
Poetry; it keeps me,
Always forever strong!
I don't know where I'd be,
If this gift was never found.
Perhaps curled up in the corner.
Never making a sound...
i am truely grateful,
for the girl i've grown to be.
For i have found my a smile
as the result of my poetry...
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