I find that it is somewhat a dishonesty to disregard how I lose myself in these words, for I do and do strongly
And to not consider this at least daily is a sin on me from myself
It hurts no one but everyone who cares
And the readers are there, awaiting me
And the readers are there
Written based off a true story. Poetry is sometimes my only solace and still, then, I forget about it. I must not forget about it.