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This poet is me
Behind every pen used to write a poem
Lies a story about the poet’s life
How she got hurt by a person
And got stabbed by a knife
People can’t help but count
How many times she cried
How she feels so sorry about herself
And about how much she tried
This poet is me
Yes I am she
I gained the faith life had given
But faith is daring to the soul
To go beyond what the eyes can see
Sometimes life lets us hold on to something
But sometimes we have to grow
Cause it takes away that one thing
And forces us to let go
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