My Sanity and Insanity
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In my book,
Of stories,
And of poems,
(All of the) feelings,
Thoughts and words,
That I proudly claim my own.
This notebook,
Follows another two,
That explain how I feel,
'Bout the world and you.
These notebooks are,
The beginning of my life,
When I started feeling,
Joy, pain, and strife.
I find myself,
Thru what I write,
I could write in these notebooks,
All day, all night.
But the sad truth is,
I depend on ink,
To tell how I feel,
And how I think.
In my book,
Of stories,
And of poems,
(All of the) feelings,
Thoughts and words,
That I proudly claim my own.
This notebook,
Follows another two,
That explain how I feel,
'Bout the world and you.
These notebooks are,
The beginning of my life,
When I started feeling,
Joy, pain, and strife.
I find myself,
Thru what I write,
I could write in these notebooks,
All day, all night.
But the sad truth is,
I depend on ink,
To tell how I feel,
And how I think.
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