My emotions are paralysed by fear,I am so scared that no one will hear.So stuffed in a bottle and thrown in the sea,bobbing up and down in the centre of me. Armed with a smile to mask over my cries,I must admit it’s a brilliant disguise.You would think that I’ve got it made,I’m an expert in carrying off this charade. But the flood gates are opened again,unlocked by the power of my pen.Out comes all the turmoil and strife,as the paper reveals the tale of my life. Each word released represents a tear,Through my silence it’s now possible to hear.victory reigns as I come out a fighter,Because I was born to be a write
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