Words, To Me
Words have always been unique
When people failed to be
Writing down my thoughts as
Was easier than
Fumbling to feel them personally
The little girl that woke up at night to write
Is not strange, because she
Fitzgerald put it best,
"You discover that your longings are universal longings...you belong."
And with my words, phrases, lines, stanzas and stories,
I always felt like I did belong.
Even if it was to myself,
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