Poem
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If only I could make it to a land of embraced inspiration.
If I had one chance to get there, I'd take it.
I don't want to be fake, I kno it'll happen if its fate.
And even if it doesn't, I'll create what I create.
Day to Day, I'll face it face to face, dreams'll never be taken away.
Poetry isn't who I am but at times it can be.
It flows through me and helps me express things I can't express in life.
Things I cant confess except when they're compressed in a set of lines.
It helps me get points across, helps me cope with loss.
Helps me explore new places, and remembers where I've been.
Places faces in pictures and things that I've seen.
Spoken word helps me escape smoke and work.
I cope with hurt with a pens help.
Ink helps me tell the paper what I've felt.
Most of all, poetry helps me cope with myself.
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As always, thankful for ALL feedback.