Fixing Myself My Way
Every idea, every fear,
Every thought that I didn't belong here
Evaporates as the pen glides across the page.
All my anxiety, all my pain,
All the words that I couldn't say
Are written away, page after page.
They say medicine will make you okay.
They say a walk will drive away the gray.
This might be true, but healing -
That comes by putting words down on a page.
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