Tell me I'm good enough

That honesty rings true with every word

It's all I've desired to be

Pages of my life

Past, prescent and future

Echoing through lined paper

Read and cherished

Never, oh never to be tossed away

It's useless anyway

I demand my words to haunt you like a ghost

Or perhaps to sumerge themselves within your subconcious

Wading in your dreams

Exchanging fins for webbed feet

Becoming images instead of words

Yes! That's it I demand transdence!

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