In the dark of night I told myself that I must write. So with a ballpoint pen in hand, the words shall flow at my command. With every stanza, every song, I navigate through right and wrong. And by the rising of the sun, my sanity hath come undone. Like a lady in a cage, I need release for all this rage. So you, the audience, shall see how each poem sets me free.
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