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I wait for the words to burn within me, like flames licking the edges of paper, To erupt from the depths of my stomach, raw, gnawed by bones, To make me lose nights, turning in the darkness, Tangled in my own thoughts, like in a net of broken dreams. I do not write if I do not open up, if I do not bleed onto the page until my hands tremble, I do not write just to impress a girl, not for a beautifully wrapped but empty gift, Not for applause, not for approval, not for the spotlight instead of the shadows. The words must come from the place I fear to approach, From the place that hurts to touch, like an open wound that does not heal, I wait until they carve their way out, until they scream to be born. Every night, like a witch enchanted by her own incantations, Thoughts surround me, spinning like spirals of smoke, And memories burn, like falling stars in the darkness of my mind, I let myself be carried by their waves, lost in the tide of endless emotions. I write only when my soul is a volcano ready to erupt, When my heart is a forest on fire, when my blood is ink, And every word is a spark, an explosion of light and pain, I write only when the words tear my skin, when they make me scream. In sleepless nights, with eyes open to an unseen sky, I search for that hidden place within me, that place full of shadows and fears, And I dive into its depths, into the abysses where light does not reach, There, in the darkness, I find the words that burn me, that tear me apart. Every letter is a part of me, every verse is an open wound, And I write only when I can no longer endure the silence, When words become a necessity, a call from the depths, I write only when they scream to be born, when they can no longer be ignored. I wait for the fire to consume me, to transform me into ashes and flames, And only then, with trembling hands and an open soul, I write, like wizards do, magical words that burn and heal, I write because I cannot not write, because the fire within me cannot be extinguished.
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