To question words...

To question, the words I put on paper as if I need approval...for shame...these words are mine, I write them as I speak them, they are of my heart and soul, meaningful and true, there is no answer or need for approval if you are to indeed question for the sanity or insanity of these words and their meaning is mine alone.

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