Traces of mine
The heart the soul
The mentality the righteousness
I believe in the experience
The memories I own
Extremely priceless
Never to be sold
Though they are sometimes
Rushed more than gold
I wish to share
On my own accord
Unconditionally I write
Though never when I am bored
All for naught at times
When my feelings are not caught
Alive with the ability to
Trust in myself as the
Trust is provided
For the unrighteous to see
So no judgment
because to stop what I do would
Mean The World to Me
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