Im the writer and my mind is the diary
A book dared to be open-at your own risk
"whats inside?" you inquire me
"my own little world full of negative...but positive skethes of the people i love creating beauty and bliss"
Like a fire esape is my mind
Not even fire can vandalize this imaginary door
This speial place is where I spend my time
Here i am anything i want to be...even a member of the kids next door
Im the writer and my mind is the diary
Feelings of love pain joy and anxiety
To you its nothing special
Probably me just on a cloud
But to me that one place I can run to....
"Mr. Banks, wake up and read #20 out loud!!"
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