how poetry helped me
i thought and i wrote
but it never came to me
i was writing about my hopes
how do i look at my dreams?
the words, they're right there, on paper
no, it's too late to come back to it later
so i stared at them, right at them
but now i had more questions
atleast i was afraid
afraid enough to feel a push
a push away from taint
atleast these hopes & dreams were staring me in the face
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