The Road to Freedom

This pen and my thoughts...that's all I have.

I don't know how to make my words come out right.

Even if I could no one would understand.

I go without speaking about what I feel inside.

I go without letting these thoughts take on the actions of words.

My mind is like a race track, so many thouhts racing throuh my mind.

What do I do, how can I let these thoughts be heard without doing so verbally?

I decided to to use this pen lying in front of me.

This pen is what will stop all of these thoughts from racing through my mind.

This pen I came to find is my road to freedom.

I write because there is no fear of judgement.

I write because there is no fear of not being understood.

I write because there is no criticism for my opinions.

I write becasue I can control what mood is set.

I write because the only one who can stop me is myself, but that won't happen.

Writing is my road to freedom.

Freedom from all fear, lack of understanding, judement, and insanity.

This pen and my thoughts allow me to go into a peaceful place.

Allow me to escape this world and go into another one.

Into a world where I can be who I want freely.

This pen and my thoughts... that's all that I have.

Writing is my road to freedom.

My road to freedom began with this pen and my thoughts...that's all that I had.

 

 

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