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It relaxes my mind and soul.
Every time without fail No frustration or panic Just peace and quiet, alone with the words On a trip traveling in a World of possibilities Yelling and screaming, alive in fantasies. Words sometimes come easy and then not Right or wrong? There is no judgment Instead marveling at my mind’s twisted thoughts Though understanding them is nearly impossible. It’s all golden to me, my thoughts and words Never caring what others may think Going places where they never dare.
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