Freedom
Why do I write?
It's my fight
It brings insight
Delight
and sometimes it just might
change the world.
The world is rough
and life is tough
and sometimes it feels like too much
But I put pen to paper
and my mind at ease
and words pour like honey from me
Writing is sacred, personal, true
It's an escape from reality, each moment in que
I get to be me in my own perfect world
Where my word are the building blocks
of the tallest building
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