I use to sit alone in my dark room surrounded by clouds of dark thoughts

My life was so cold back then and I kept thinking I couldn't last too much further on

It's as if the paper and pen found me and when I began to write the clouds began to clear

The paper was a place for me to storm my biggest fears

I began to feel better there was a light in my eyes

That lit up my dark room and brought warmth to my life

This is why

I write




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