I stopped writing about myself..

I stopped writing about myself years..I stopped writing about myself years ago..


I move words across paper for that kid who was told never to dream/I move words across paper for that person who looks at the stars while crying at night just incase their angel lost its wings

I move words across the paper because actions sometimes fall short/what’s read becomes an image and an image becomes a force.

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