Overly expressive In writing I was
My literary soul got bruised I guess
Inspiration didn't seem to come forth
It took ill on the seventh
It injured deep
I begged to heal
I cried to feel
Sadly, it was numb
His tribute was the last
A year exactly
Only if they knew the depth
I and me understood how I felt
Today, I feel the passion
To pen my expression
Today I bless
My healing process
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