I never truly dared to write poetry Yet lately I haven't been me properly So, I tried to capture my nights Where insomnia showed some insight Every night I typed on my phone I corrected, I studied I left myself muddied All I wanted was to know Not to know how to write But to write myself how to know Have I succeeded? That I ignore But I hope my craft gets you ko (Also I have no reference for doing this so I truly have no fucking clue on what am I doing, but it just feels "correct")
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