Apart of Me
I Stare at this blank piece of paper
trying to figure out what to say
when there's a thousand things
Running through my head
all I know is when I write im in this
little world where I Love to be
where I can be me and not have to
worry about what people think
or say or see, because im writer
and I always will be
thats apart of me that no one
can never take away from me.
they can take my heart and my soul
but they can not take what god
has given me.
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