i was letting my mind build with things to say.
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i was back again for the first time.
I was lost again, I found her again.
She held me tight like I never left her.
She is my drive, she is my passion.
She is my release when I cant talk.
She and I are words that are molded to paper.
Writing, you saved my life.
IN THE END THE LAS WILL BE FIRST.