My life an odd thing it is
Thoughts that constantly run through my head
And many hear small tidbits of it
They hear about my family
They hear about my comings and goings
They hear of my dreams and goals
They have heard of my past
Yet very day my storie grows stronger
However I am unable to tell it all
In one single go
When I try to write it out it gose amoke
No matter what I do it is never complete
For I am only able to vocalize some of it
From time to time
So my life is hidden untill the time
I can truly tell it all in one piece
Telling the world everything
I have expirenced, seen, and thought
But till then it shall stay hidden
And only glimsed very now and then
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