I spent decades putting pen to paper, Or just waiting until I could. And when I poured my heart out, My love, my anger, my dreams, I felt like me - Connected to what I am. But a fog rolled in. Pen and paper set aside. Until now. So lovely to meet me again - Good to hear my voice.
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I spent decades putting pen to paper, Or just waiting until I could. And when I poured my heart out, My love, my anger, my dreams, I felt like me - Connected to what I am. But a fog rolled in. Pen and paper set aside. Until now. So lovely to meet me again - Good to hear my voice.
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