Why I Write

Tue, 08/06/2013 - 16:23 -- yinchen

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I write because,

      the pen is the only thing that understand me.

      And the paper; the only thing that listens.

 

I write because of hard times,

      because of bad times.

      And because of times that never seem to end.

 

I write when I cannot speak,

      when I cannot feel.

 

And I write so nothing feels this real.

 

I write my mind, as it draws me to.

      And I write as my thoughts continue to pass by.

 

Even when they are entrapped into a mindless trance,

      all inside my head,

 

I still write.

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