Some say I'm blessed with this gift Of all emotional word To express what I think. Not just through my lips, But through the ink of this Bick. I just write what I live. I don't drop fake sounds In the lit I put down. I stay real to my apeal, And put into words, how I feel. A pen and pad is my sanctuary, In which I can let go, And let just flow What's built up in my soul.
Reason for writing:
I am 17 years old and have been delt more than my share of problems. I am usually the listener in my circle of friends. I really have no where else to turn but to the next page of my journal as a form of "venting".
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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