Poem
you know when you written a real poem, when you read it, even years later you read it and your back to that time, those tears just fall, your heartaches, you choke and you can't keep reading because the memories come back and the pain is too much for you to handle. You know you put your life on a piece of paper, when you can make a stranger cry and feel what you did every time anyone reads a part of your life.
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Really, a real ars poetica. Thanks