Dear poets, we’re all in this together.
But what we have here, it’s sometimes unclear.
We’re cut from a different piece of leather.
You think that I’m crazy; I think you’re weird.
See, some don’t like religiosity.
Some love gods I’ve never heard of before.
And some are introverts – I used to be.
You say “Hello” and they slam back the door.
Some of us are lonely, sitting depressed.
Some are looking to give their life substance.
Some of us have feelings to put to rest,
while some just want to give writing a chance.
But if you want to make this whole thing last,
leave a comment below and I’ll write back.
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