WE ALL
We can all write No one has nothing but enthusiasm to show despite our humble natural skill, mastery of devotion In a special ring... We respect the notion A light we always have that speaks words that are sincere real NO MATTER ONE'S WRATH!!! We are all born gifted with a talent whether poor or rich With a passion so transparent That starts at a simple mischief BUT WE LEARN IN TIMES BELIEF!!! We all have a vision as clear and pure as water It's a colorful world of imagination that we travel to freely think ideas further We don't cling to any destination Cause writing has no closure... IT'S WITHOUT LIMITS IN HIGH EXPOSURE!!! We have words of unlimited expression That no words can be discriminated All invite emotions even perils of depression With situations that rebel to some related Turning to darkness such as emos isolated MANY HIDING AS THEY FEEL SO HATED!!! We all have a gift that thirsts much dedication A goal to simplify in value to be in publication Needing the public's love and support Rises to show our work to the nation Is how we will professionally transport TO ANNOUNCE OUR GREAT INSPIRATION!!!
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