Purpose for living
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The strokes of life burn within my paper
Seeping through the lines
Creating a sunder for the reaper
Those creases in your brow
Struggling to be unique,
Then in return I get critiqued,
Thinking outside the box.
But limited as the clock ticktocks.
Trying to discover a better way,
But your emotion is truly grey.
I am a writer.
Who is writing a poem.
Words flow, but is a river made?
A river flows but were any words made?
I write and write and write and write
But does that always mean I'm right?
I write to speak my mind.
I write to keep my thoughts inside.
I write to express.
I write to impress.
I write to remember.
I write to forget.
I write because I have to.