I have a weapon,
It's a secret between you and I;
It's a weapon of mass destruction,
The only person who knows it's real power is I.
I have a passion,
It's my solace when I cry;
No-one knows it's power,
No-one, but I.
I have a posession,
I guard it with my life;
Nobody truly appreciates it,
Nobody, except I.
And what is my weapon, you say?
What is my passion?
What is this posession I so zealously protect?
It's my writing, I say,
It's a powerful addiction;
Except for this, I am just like you,
This makes me different from the rest.
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