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I have so many words inside my mind racing around my consciousness I thought, I wanted, to be a poet I didn't think I would feel so bottomless I can't stop thinking about rhymes and signs and what words seem to have the most feeling "Do the words I hear inside my brain actually have any meaning?” I thought, it would be, a way to express myself A way to keep my heart beating But the more that I write, the more words I find circling through my head They keep me up at night, not a soul in sight Can I please just go to bed
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
The Fate of a Poet
I have so many words inside my mind racing around my consciousness I thought, I wanted, to be a poet I didn't think I would feel so bottomless I can't stop thinking about rhymes and signs and what words seem to have the most feeling "Do the words I hear inside my brain actually have any meaning?” I thought, it would be, a way to express myself A way to keep my heart beating But the more that I write, the more words I find circling through my head They keep me up at night, not a soul in sight Can I please just go to bed
I wrote this up pretty fast. I wasn't sure if how I hear it in my head is actually how it would be read. Let me know what you think?
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WhatRhymesWithEpiphany
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
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