When I was younger, I went through a lot of crap.

I didn't know how to express my feelings.

My emotions, my life, everything was out of wack.

I was bullied.

I had thoughts of suicide.

I almost gave up on life,

but then I realized that I could rhyme.

I was good with words, reading, and grammar before...

But poetry just opened up a whole new door.

I kept writing down my thoughts on the paper, 

tried to convey what I wanted to say.

But you've heard this all before, right?




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