Poetry.

“Too much a dreamer and not enough reality, they said…

They said, you’ll never make it in the world with a mind like that…

I said, I may never make it in your world, but in my world, I am free.”

“I want to lose myself in the music, give my soul to art, forget that I have a name, and become the kind of beautiful that is only found in the heart.”

“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”

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