Free
Why do I write as though someone will see?
Why can't I let,
My journal roam free?
(I'm not really me).
What do I fear,
What do I hide?
The damp darkness deep inside?
The sea of spaghetti,
Where my brain should be,
Says 'isn't it simple'?
Be Real, Be Free.
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