MeMyself&I
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Life spoke to the void.
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Why am I a wiriter and poet?
Because I find comfort in creative words;
Whether they are a beautiful figmentation of my imagination
or the ugly truth
soon to be heard.
Why am I a dancer?
