Think Me Strange

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If you expect me to be a writer than I will surely dissapoint you. but if you want to delve into the mind of someone far to broken to be ever fixated with perfect grammar and spelling but instead stained with words of hurts and joys, I can than offer you my world with the promise that this is me. Nothing more, nothing less. In the end, the only thing you really own is your story.I'm just sharing mine with every transition as it unfolds with the rest of the world.

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No One To Listen

No One To Listen
By Jean Roy

I’ve poured my heart into every word,
along with a bottle of scotch to calm my nerves.
I notice the inconsistent scribbles inside my dollar store notebook.
Some of these pages remain tear stained and wrinkled from
previous nights of frustration.
I speak aloud
as If you could taste the pain in my words
but my walls are my only witnesses,
and even they have grown tired
of listening to anything I have to say.

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