Words.

my words could burn , hotter than hell .

but i dnt mean to but my stories i must tell .

despite good or bad or the ups or the downs .

my words are the only way that i can get around .

but then again i don't desrve to say somethings .

sometimes i just dnt understand the pain my words bring .

but i don't write to bring others down but sorta lift me up .

not above nobody but at least equal enough .

i kno my words may hurt & for that i must say .

im sorry for words that i say each day .

i just dnt kno another way that i can say .

the story of the life of ms toni sharay .

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