begging for better, writing an emotional letter – refraining from becoming sadder; aware of the thoughts that created the matter… but I am strong.

I believe i’ve held it in way too long, I’m not sure if I’m writing a poem or a song; all I know is, here, is where I belong… but I am also impulsive.

at least it’s acknowledged, I allow nothing to hold me bondage… but I must watch, and observe what I decide to seek, because everything wasn’t made for me…

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