Poetry used to flow from me as if it was the air that I breathed. It was so simple, yet breathtaking. I overwhelmed myself so often with the words that I was able to put on paper. A lot of the time, I had no idea that I felt that way. Poetry is therapy. I would pick up my pen, full of questions, and by the time I put it back down, I would have all of the answers.
I want to have all of the answers again.
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