A journey in the life of a 4'11" short poetic giant. My emotions, My life, My words.
"I write for the same reason I breathe-because if I didn't, I would die. -Isaac Asimov
Friday, April 3, 2009
Still
Words escape me Nothing to say, Breaks me
Passion never used to be this way
It flowed from the thick of my tongue to the tip of my finger
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