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Perhaps this is meditationmy one true escapemy hero who saves mein his long, dark capetaking me up withmy own true wordsand let me fly justas high as all birdsDont let me fallwhen I feel so securefor I really screwed upnow, its just a blurI blush and turn sucha true color of redwhen others see what Im doing insteadam I to be so afraid of my poems?For what would reallyhappen if I should show em?Nothing- for no onereally understands meso sure, what the hellI’ll let them all see.

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