Let me out, pen is the key and paper is the door.
But it isn't enough I need more.
Working myself to the bone and waking up sore.
Busting my ass just to pick myself up from the floor.
And I want it more than anything I ever did my whole life.
Just do my thing cook up these words add
The right spice. sharping my sentences my pen is my knife.
I want to make a talent worth tasting
Fix all these mistakes I am making. Thinking
to hard putting myself in a blank stare. Where
I'm going to go if I don't put myself out there?
I got to re-arrange and change before I get to
Comfortable in my young age.
So I grab the pen and the empty page
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Author:
Dakota (Pseudonym) (
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That empty page can be daunting but if you use your pen as you have in these wonderful words those pages will be filled with glory.
Thank you very much for the feed back I apceiate that so much.
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