ONE ON ONE WITH MYSELF
2/17/2026
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
I used PS syllable counter while krafting my poem.
Traveling back to age fourteen, Lost in thoughts where no one else is seen. Questions swirl like leaves on a breeze, Who am I, and who do I wish to be? Behind closed doors, secrets softly grow, I face my fears, learning as I go. Growing strong, my dreams are hot and cold.
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