I would be very sad if I could only write once. There's so much left to be said.


If I could only write,

one more time in my life,

To say all these words,

that have never been said,

I definitely wouldn’t be writing

 for a scholarship.

Money, power, wealth, gain,

when all your cards are played,

They aren’t the point of the game.

I’d write about the world, about love, about you.

I’d write about the very few

Things I am sure that I once knew.

And maybe I’d figure out,

once all the knowledge was gone,

And the facts erased, and the words spewed,

Who I really am,

and why I’m not you.


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