Who would of thought I can love something inanimate.
But when something makes you happy it's hard not to love it.
That's the way I feel about my writings.
Loaned them to a friend to read.
They were like my babies.
Worried, felt empty inside.
Got excited knowing they would be home where they belong.
Wierd to you I know.
But me, you'd have to know
TO UNDERSTAND

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