I don't know.

I don't know why I write

I mean, I know why I started to write,

but I don't know why I still do.

I started because it helped.

It helped my journal become more

than just black ink and red marks.

I could write what I could not say.

But that piece of me is gone.

I'm not sad anymore,

so why do I still write?

I write because I know

somewhere deep inside of me

that sad piece is there


but I'll beat it.

I'll keep writing

and I'll never stop.

I write to keep myself happy.

I write because I am happy.

and I won't be sad again.


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