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For me to write at my best, I must have my guard down. Sometimes it's a risk. |
my poem's are my emotions at the end of a pen spilled out on to a pad with no walls for me to hide open to the mind of the reader to share my thoughts sometimes at a price when I write i'm as honest and truthful as i've ever been. everyone sees me, now who will be my judge my poems are a break from my mind to be out of my head forever, like a ringing in my ears learning to enjoy what i write, not avoid what i write they sweep my soul roses are red the violets are any color i dream the grass has never been greener i am alive |