![]() Writing has become my personal psychologist. Every time I feel a little lost, I put my thoughts on paper and then voilà: my mind clears and my garbage despairs. Today, I decided to try something different and pen a poem: How could I How could I feel misplaced, in a town that I identify so well? How could I feel apart, with a family so tight together? How could I feel sad, when so much hope is in my heart? After writting, I always feel accomplished!
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