When I sit to write at night
I always feel like I need be deep
Insightful
Raw
That a piece of my soul needs to bleed
Needs to heal
Needs to reveal
I have written myself into a corner
I don’t know what to say.
My shareable secrets have been spoken
Debated
Devulged
Therapeutic truths
Imagined, exaggerated glimpses
Take a feeling blow it up
Anything goes it’s the truth
Reach the masses, to inspire a few
With my Words
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