These words are me,
for who else could I be?
Without these words to describe,
what lay inside.
Though the thoughts may vary,
in the messages they carry,
they are me,
in all my diversity.
In words I find joy,
they are me playground, my bigtoy.
I hope, through thoughts scripted,
that you can see the side
that alas, I try to hide.
My soul bared, transcripted.
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