WriteForLife
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I need an escape, all of this pain bottled up inside of me.
Tears waiting to burst out.
I've cried a river, but there's still an ocean left.
Hurt and confused.
Life is a living hell, can't you see?
If my heart had a quill and an inkwell,
’Twould scribble without end, night and day.
Had it but a voice, it would sing, tell
All, everything I would say.
But my restless pen gets set down, how
