Sometimes the pages become so much for me to say that I feel like I have to pick and choose which way to start the paragraphs even though sometimes it all feels like I am locked out of my own mind and instead I just wrote my page of my locked out diary. It was like my mind almost knew exactly what to say and how to say the one thing that was on my mind for days almost like I didn't even need to fill in the blank spaces but they were right in front of me the whole time staring at me waiting to see what it is that I would do when I came face to face with telling you that I just wrote my page of my locked out diary and that every word that I have treated just like another story has not been the flowers of the vines that made into roses but were always going to be another page inside of my locked out diary entry and with no spaces needed to fill because all the words would be blended together and it was like I was comfortable with opeing up that second chapter that I just wrote my page on my locked out diary that may have pulled a view strings before I was the chapter that not only wrote you but the chapter that also wrote me and you.
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If only you could walk in my shoes
PoetryIf only you could see just how hard the day is for me how when night creeps in it almost seems like I am living in a fantasy where no one knows my real identity besides you and me where onto we can see inside of each others glass slipper where after...
