It’s scary to write I feel trepidation at expressing my thoughts Because I know my thoughts, my feelings, my convictions aren’t the norm It’s scary to write I want to let myself out in deeper ways But I don’t want to hurt or confuse the people in my life. It’s scary to write To make …
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Last Gift
There are so many things you gave to me A thousand gifts that set me free Propelling me to the ocean of my creativity So I could swim again Down in the depths but now it’s dim again Was it all just a dream? Was it all just a game? The Last Gift you gave …
