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Poetry is the oxygen to my lungs.

Poetry is therapeutic.

Poetry is there for me. Is here for me!

When you piss me off, poetry is where I go to.

When you over analyze my flaws; poetry is where I go to.

When I am emotional; poetry is where I go to.

When my tolerance level is slim; poetry is where I go to.

When real is all I know and others can’t handle it; poetry is where I go to.

When I want to reflect on moments from my yesterdays; poetry is where I go to.

Poetry saved some of you.

I know poetry saved every part of me.

You can’t take poetry from me.

You won’t take poetry from me.

Poetry is in me...poetry is me!


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