i use 2 write bc i really didnt speak my mind.
i covered my thoughts like an electric blanket on a chicago winter day.
i thought dat nobody really cared what was on my mind.
i thought dat nobody felt like i felt.
i thought dat nobody cud understand my feelings && emotions.
when i use 2 talk it just seemed like da words didnt cum out right.
my point never got across.
writing just made everything so much easier.
&& den...
i stopped writing.
i began 2 say exactly how i felt.
my words became clearer.
i was able 2 elaborate && explain.
now u cant use sumthin i wrote against me bc u didnt interpet it da way i meant 4 it 2 be read.
now u cant draw ur own conclusions.
now u can take what i say && leave it @ dat bc dats just what it is.
but now...
i wanna write again.
my speakerbox isnt echoing like it use 2.
me sayin sumthin is never enuff.
im a better writer den i am a talker.
my mind is just sooo full of everything.
...i think its time 4 a release.
Friday, October 16, 2009
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Posted by beeDOTnicole at 11:33 AM
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