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I am a speaker of the unspoken word.
There is no genie in my bottle but rather words and emotions of a whirlwind madness.
In my mind there is chaos.
Though I speak through whispers.
My soul bleeds the very words that give life to a scroll.
They call me a poet.
Igniting feelings to the words that give birth to a phrase.
And when I aim to speak but lack the words,
it is there that a passion burns to the core where creativity builds.
I have found a forum here.
A community so to speak.
Where those are addicted to words.
And driven by those ingenious emotions.
These are my people.
This is my home.
