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This is my escape.

From this thing called Reality.

 

It's about time for you to grow up, Brandi.

 

Writing releases my worries,

About life.

 

Distracts me from my

Anxiety

 

Leaves me feeling better about myself.

It helps me to grow up.

In a way that I don't have to show anybody!

 

Except my poetry pals.

 

The only people who

Understand

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