The Kid Who Found A Magic Pen

That’s why I picked up a pen,
To right my wrongs,
And repent for all,
The things I’ve done to myself and the one I’ve bawled over.
For so many nights.
Courting accountability as I should’ve in the first place while sober…

There is power in being an Author.
Knowing how to solder words together,
Bringing dreams into life like never before.
Taking control of your destiny by learning how to sleep more.
They say you must be woke in a world where most reach for,
A facade so far from a truth that’ll make them feel scorned,
But,
Will never understand how putting my demons to rest allows me to freely soar,
Our turbulent skies with a smile…
A smile I wish everyone else had around me.
Instead of an agenda they attempt to cloud me,
With…

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