I've grown a lot,
In many different ways,
No longer do I have such hidden rage,
Instead i let it out,
My thoughts are the ink,
That glides across the page,
My soul is no longer locked in a cage,
And even after I'm gone,
My mind is immortal,
It will last for an age.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
I've grown a lot,
In many different ways,
No longer do I have such hidden rage,
Instead i let it out,
My thoughts are the ink,
That glides across the page,
My soul is no longer locked in a cage,
And even after I'm gone,
My mind is immortal,
It will last for an age.
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