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I write to get away And feel better And find myself in another world And when I think back to people who taught me to read Writing not too unlike my own I wonder why they conformed the way they did To the way they were told to teach Because what they tell you Means nothing. Writing is not always about why the curtains are blue Sometimes the curtains are blue because the pen is blue. Or because I goddamn felt like making them blue, alright? I write to let myself know that I don’t always need to keep Everything About everyone in my life And what I feel about them All bottled in my head. There’s enough up there, What with school And family And work, I simply haven’t got the room for extra stuff. So writing is calming Relaxing Whatever to you want to call it. I write because people don’t always have the words that help But the page always listens The page has nothing to say The page accepts you for who What And how you are No matter how screwy or neurotic or incredibly normal you happen to be. The page lets you just be. And in a world like this Where anything can happen, any day For any random reason The page is there, to let you be. To get away from the world, and let you just Be.