I write too much,
Feeling way too much,
To be able to keep it all in,
In any way, I will try to be,
Happy, first for me,
It’s not a crime,
To want to rhyme,
My feelings expressed in ink,
Without these words I would not be,
A breathing, living being,
Alas, this is a lie,
Emotion’s what being alive means,
Perhaps, one day, I will be,
No one,
But me,
A breathing, living being.
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