I finally wrote!


When I write, It's what I feel. 

Life's a lie? No, not when I write, 

All the things they just feel so real. 

For once in my life, everything is just so right.

The power's on, and I'm alive. 

When I write I get back my feelings, 

The ones I lose when I pick and choose. 

Lost in a web, a web of everyday "life". 

Fake smiles and nods, no, not when I write. 

I lose myself; I find myself. 

I'm alive again, when I write. 


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