There once was a boy
Whose feelings were strong
They bubbled inside of him
But stayed under control
He lived his life
As a normal kid would
And then one day
It all went so wrong
The world began to crumble
He cried every night
He hid it at school
His mask was a sight
And then, he found
A book, leather bound
A book filled with words
And feelings and thoughts
So one day he sat
At his desk with a notebook
And slowly but surely
The boy started to write
He wrote poetry and prose and
other things he knows
It was more than a hobby
Or a once a day thing
It was a beautiful addiction
An escape from his life
He described all of his strife
And nobody knew
For he kept to himself
And he keeps all those notebooks
In the corner of the shelf
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