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My words may be repetitive,

but at least my meaning

is stronger than your

immature knowledge of

what my life is built upon.

Step into my shoes,

look through my tired eyes,

and collect the moments

of my rushed adolescence

and try to make sense

of what it is that has

made me use poetry as

a way to cope.

I don’t have to explain

myself to you. Because

even if you are listening

to my voice, or reading

my echoing words,

we both know that you

will never be able

to fully understand.