I have too many shits to give already
I donโt intend to give no more
Gone is the time when every little critique
Pricked me right to the core
I burn in fumes for a second
It pinches as it should
Yet I donโt let myself succumb to it
I save my fuel for the good
I remember the time Iโd waste
Over guilts, mind at war
I rather be calm than impulsive
I know itโs not worth anymore
Iโm trying to overlook harsh words
When it haunts back too loud
I put them in a poem
Someday Iโd read out aloud
I know thereโs no ill intention
But words are powerful my friend
They cut through and heal
They're everything you do or donโt intend
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I started writing when I was sixteen.
I think it makes me stand out.
It lets me voice my thoughts.
It lets me spread love.
It builds me up.
Yet, I fall.
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Very strong โจ
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Thank you so much โฃ
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Apt and perfect writing… Indeed, words are powerful…
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Thank you, potential reader! ๐
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