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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Why do I do this?
Why do I torture myself at the ungodly hour?
For them.
I don't know who they are
But I know who they will be
I am unsure….If it is this place. Or if it these people Or these people and who they make me become ----- I can feel the breathe clinging to my lungs reluctant to make its escape; into an environment that is somehow less hospitablethan the on
Why do I awake every morning with a passion to succeed? Why is it that in times of need I automatically hit my knees? Why do I strive for all A's when I could easily sell dope?
So you ask, Why Do I Write ?
I write because I trust no one but my self.
I write because what I have to say is closer to the truth than what another says.
I write because its a stress reliever.
