When I was a child, my life was so swell

I wish that was the story I could tell

From heartbreak to heartache

I roamed through my life

Holding a pen and a piece of paper to write

Write down my feelings 

Write down my thoughts 

Write down everything I could not say

Even the things that could probably make the pain go away

So why do I write?

That is simple

To fight  

To fight away all the sadness

And give my life purpose 

So that maybe one day

I can finally say

"I'm glad to be who I am today" 



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