Words upon this paper,
are merely paper and ink.
Feelings that come from my heart,
and thoughts that I did think.
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I’m never satisfied with my words,
I can never get it right.
It’s like a constant battle in my mind,
and I have lost the fight.
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Others say they love it,
and they can never get enough.
But all I can sit and think of,
is how can you read that stuff??
~*~ Jill ~*~