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Poetry 1 Minute

I’m pouring out my heart because that’s the only thing I know how to do.

I’m pouring out my heart so that I dont stay unsafe. Unsafe in my own thoughts I dont know what I would do.

I’m pouring out my heart because it feels like the right thing to do.

Emptying my heart of negativity to make room for new.

Pulling myself from darkness with no helping hand just pouring my heart out because it seems like the thing to do.

As I write I smile because I understand. I understand that this is the best part of me and the right thing to do.

Published by Tamirra Holland

Without realizing I asked for more. To meet the real me. The me that could withstand it all. And I met her. I would like for you to meet her too.

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