Took a pen in my hand
And poured out my heart in writing
Vowels and consonants they spell my emotions
It's been ages since I've come back
To this place inside of me where I feel most at home
A small corner in my heart where I store bittersweet memories
And paint them in poetries, relieving each moment
It is in writing that where you can see my soul
A piece of paper holding my entirety
AZS
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