In 11th grade, we were given an assignment to write a poem. I wrote "The Spirit." It opened up a whole new form of communication for me. A once quiet, shy girl from a small town - poetry was a way of releasing what was inside of me. These poems are an opened chamber, of my heart.
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Schizophrenic
How are you today, sir?
"full of HATE!?"
But... why?
"I'll say no more."
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