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Torture, torture, A writer bleeds, All these words I cannot conceive, What in the world has come over me. Pen and pad will try to deceive. Words are our pleasure, words are our deeds. Words are to describe everything indeed. Deep in thought as the words flow, Nothing can stop it, not even a phone. Writer's cramp in the hand and the knees. My mind will never be at ease. All through the day, all through the night, Words have meaning and thoughts are alive. Passion, hunger, engrave my soul. These words are unspoken, friend or foe. Writing it down is all I see, It's the only way for me to be free. Writer's are creative with a tortured soul. You never know what personality will form. Whether on paper or on the screen, Someone was tortured by writing a theme. All the scenes you see or read, The writer was tortured to please and be pleased.