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I'm not here to be popular...
Or for my work to be read................
My life became a blurr......
In my own head......
Other places I use to write.....
Staying up late .....
Some times all night....
Another write
I couldn't wait...........
Just to let out my feelings.....
And the pain.........
I caused myself most of it......
Cause I was so vain......
I vented to myself @ times....
Just cried out loud....
Some times an answer would come....
But I was just too proud.....
I thought I had them all......
Every last one.....
I stood 100 feet tall......
Every thing I had done......
So I'm not here......
To be popular......
Or do I want....
Every one of my writes....
To be a steller.....
But I do come here .....
To see how you feel....
To see how you think.....
So when I get an answer....
I pounder it.....
I give it a chance.....
Cause I know not every thing......
I'm just here .....
And I love to write.......
I guess in this chair.....
I might sit all night......
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