I cOnsider writing pOems as a reLease of my emOtion.
^Middle of July ̄
I traced my map before the start of july
I can't believe I came a long way && made it at this time
From my childhood past && growing up in a lie
I still feel blessed && thankful for I stayed alive.
I spoke my heartaches in this middle of july
I'd rather write about it than to cry
For this burden feels hard once it is to be lied
Explaining this to a person is just a waste of time.
Born in july of '92, my birthday is coming
Almost 18 years of living && still in the process of absorbing
Life is a tough one once you can't find the meaning
Thank God I found a phrase that will lessen my suffering.
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