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For as long as I have existed, For as long as I h


For as long as I have existed,
For as long as I had been feeling,

I had wrote them down with pen and paper.
I had wrote them down on my computer.

Until I bled through my pain,
Ripped open my newsprint skin,

Drew them out in sketches and doodles,
I had never resisted the addiction,

The need to explain,
The need to be seen,
This need to be understood.

Exposed my beating heart,
Only to watch it wither in my own hand.

I'm not who I thought I was,
I was never the center of the universe,
I was never the queen I was told I was.

My paintings never filled with enough colors
My voice never loud enough
My presence unnoticed.

I had been part of the wind for long.
How could I have been so wrong?

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