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Sep 2018
I don't share a lot with people. I share a lot with my notebook.

My feelings overflow onto a blank page.

My worst fears tower in the shadow of each letter.

My happiness bounces off every sentence.

And the things I love most stay hidden between the lines.
small excerpt from a long poem/rant about how writing has always been there for me no matter what. I changed a couple of things to make it more of a poem but yeah here it is.
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