Poetry served as my secret confidant. In early innocent days, I assembled words like LEGO(R) blocks when my heart felt more than I could speak. On a rare occasion, I presented my poem to a crush, a grade-school girl unsure how to respond. I felt the risk and sometimes the sting. So I returned to my mask, realizing most people weren't ready for honesty. But in the quiet shadows, I didn't need...
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