Why I write


Keeping myself sane,

Nothing but a pen, some paper, and my pain.

Grabbing my thoughts from thin air.

running sweaty palms through my knotted hair.

Laughing, yelling and crying.

broken hearts and people dying.

words flowing from my mind to my pen.

no idea how it will stop, no idea when.

sense of relief as my thoughts are finished.

problems that were once large practically diminished.

my mind can grasp some thoughts so tight,

it lets me free, thats why I write.


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