What my peice of tree means to me

It Is very strange in fact that when I write a poem I get so much back.. though what I'm giving is so much less I feel so very great full that I'm feeling what I'm feeling at its best.. I don't think I would be able to live a life where I could not write where I could not express what I feel ..how I feel during the night ..for I only truly write at night when I'm all alone in my bed my mind wonders and roams...were there no pencils or paper I would simply just die.. for I would be lost without the use of my third eye ...I write not to impress but because it is apart of me I write because the words can tell the most secretive parts of me...the parts I would dare not speak otherwise.. the parts that I bury deep deep all the way inside ...I have a bit of a twisted mind that is a fact but you would never know from just meeting me because I am actually really very happy...or atleast that's what I want everybody to believe and trust me when I say my goal has been achieved. .I am the one they seek for guidance... I am the optimist ..I am young David and there problems are my Goliath...who am I really? I could not say I honestly just take my life day by day with big eyes and a wide smile..paper and pencil always near.. my thoughts are for me and my small peice of tree alone to hear 

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