I Write
I write
When the world seems like a place that is not my home
I write
When the world seems like a beautiful place
I write
All I need is the ink in the pen and a paper to serve as my punching bag
To release the pain the joy, the sadness, the triumph I feel inside of me
I write
Inspiration overflows from my soul and the feelings pour out and my victim is my paper
My therapist is my heart, my mind feels cluster phobic and needs to escape
The escape is my paper, but I need my pen because without my pen ..
I Cannot Write
My pen is my sword, paper is my enemy
I love my pen and I need my enemy,
But truth is,
I need my enemy to heal…
I write……
We all need each other
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