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Expression.
First thrown up me as a quiet gateway to express myself.
It let others glance into my universe of self-doubt and depression,
Relieving all those years' worth of hopes and dreams,
Exposed no longer a child
Quickly grew and spent
I heard them argue
They never reconciled
I clenched my pen
If not now then when
I let go
