Notebook of Dreams
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My poems have become my diary,
Of events from long ago.
Telling of past loves and losses,
The things I've had to let go.
These pages have been filled with,
So much happiness and so much pain.
When I look back on them,
I see I'm clearly not the same.
The same as I was before,
When my emotions I kept inside.
The same person I used to be,
The one who always had to hide.
I no longer have to cry within myself,
I now know others who understand.
Poetry is my life,
One which I hold in the palm of my hand.
These pages are sacred to me,
They hold my entire world of dreams.
Without this notebook and this pencil,
My world would be splitting at it seams.
I've realized that in a strange way,
My writing is what really keeps me together.
My poems are like a diary,
Which I will hold on to forever.
~.Myn3.~ Community Member 
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