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I tap into power, that channels my pain, I write and I write, enhancing my vain, that’s filled with this ink, that’s filled with my heart, my feelings break through, so that’s where I start, I don’t think it’s normal, I don’t think it’s sane, expression like this, my mind plays a game, ever revolving just like a storm, some words just don’t fit, they’re battered and torn, my words make a rhyme, of things I feel now, or things that are eating, or built up through time, it’s hard to explain, why I feel this way, or why I write this , rather than say, and speak face to face, emotions I hide, the man with the smile, is stood by you’re side, is this about me, or somebody else, if nobody speaks, and nobody tells, so please just be kind, to stranger or friend, a smile or a hi, make this a trend, for we do not know, what fights being fought, we’re in this together, the balls in you’re court.

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