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Just To Remind Me 
My writing’s not for you, 
It’s something just for me. 
It matters not your liking, 
Of what you only see. 
My words are from my mind, 
They’re my thoughts and my distress. 
They are the only way, 
I relieve myself from stress. 
They aren’t for entertainment, 
They’re the door into my soul. 
You’ll know me when you understand them, 
And translate them in whole. 
They speak more than my voice, 
Say more than may appear. 
They are but my personal code, 
For the reader to make clear. 
 -Jan 07 Sheena Allen