Alive
The ink flows beneath my hand
The words unravel through my fingers
I am alive
My mind races
So many thoughts left unsaid
I am alive
The paper feels new to me
Fresh and crisp like morning dew
I am alive
When reality has other plans for you,
Plans full of disappointment,
The universe on paper you created is yours to keep
And always remember
The words you write are the reason
You are alive
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