No More! 
I picked up a pen to scribble my thoughts, I told stories so dear to me; 
I divulged some of my most clandestine secrets, I made the pen bleed; oozing profusely my entire itinerary.
I wrote poems from the depths of my heart, my album should have been called an abyss;
                
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