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When im going insane
I pick up my pen and start flowing
Not knowing you’re the best for me
Forget the rest you see
Why do I need a psychology
When I we got plenty of trees to make paper for me
And when I write I weep
Crying my pain threw the ink
No one does this for me
When I have so much joy you find the beep
Taking all the inner feelings inside out me
Keep flowing with me
Not knowing how deep I can be
The paper be feeling this time when I rhyme cause my mind is running out time and it’s a nine piece sitting on the dresser and I can be like man whatever but my pen so clever she says we can get threw this together
My poetry is my best friend forever
FOREVER
