Then I log into AP and I feel inspired.
Words seem to flow, sometimes intelligently,
and I share, on a page, a small part of me.
Thoughts that were jumbled are magically clear.
Feelings, suppressed, are suddenly near.
I can talk with people who judge by content
and not by my station or the school where I went.
I find I can explore all the feelings inside
without fear of those who love to deride.
There’s even an outlet for my competitive side.
I’m hooked on little trophies I must confide.
You ask how I’m feeling as I sit here and write.
It’s late, time for bed, so I wish you “Good Night.”
(Well, maybe I could write just one more tonight
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