I am as I am, nothing more and nothing less, ever changeing and
forever the same.
I am no poet, no book write, no maker of word or letter.
What I am is a girl of 20 and with a mind that works.
I guess this makes me able enough to put down what spills from my mind.
Or maby it makes me less worthy?
never the less here I am and here I write. Words spill to the page and to your eyes they fall.
Do with them what you will but be fore warned, they are mine and not yours.
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