In These Words

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.

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