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Someone asked me what I do well,                                                            ­              
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I didn't know and couldn't tell                                                             ­         
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Never really thought about that,                                                            ­                
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I had always worn the same hat                                                              ­        
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  Decided I should go find out,                                                             ­                   
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  who I am, what am I about?                                                           ­                             
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  Set out on a journey to see,                                                             ­               
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  my aspirations, my realities,                                                       ­                                   
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  Found out I liked to write,                                                           ­                               
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couldn't turn it off at night                                                            ­                          
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Pen to paper opened in me,                                                              ­                
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a hidden talent, an ability                                                          ­                
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Bought a journal & set down,                                                            ­                                  
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it became therapeutic, I found                                                            ­              
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Couldn't get words out fast enough,                                                          ­    
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I felt self-conscious opening up                                                               ­       
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Now keeping it in hurts me more,                                                            ­  
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so many stories behind these doors                                                            ­
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Now it's second nature to me                                                               ­                     
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to be starting journal twenty-three                                                     ­                         
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Feels so good, just to breathe,                                                         ­                 
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  to get all of this out of me
Writing is everything to me, it is my outlet. I used to repress everything.  Even these poems have only recently been seen by anyone.

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