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How Many Pictures?


 

Palms sweaty, throat tight, nerves raging

Humid night, elephant in the room, always on eggshells

 

This is WHAT I write 

 

Betrayal, despair, deceit 

A bad nights sleep, cottonmouth, a knot in my gut

 

This is WHAT I write

 

In my head, in my heart, in my existence 

No one sees, no one hears, no one knows 

 

This is WHY I write

 

I can't talk, but I can't escape. 

Emotions have to leak out somewhere

 

This is WHY I write.

 

It said that "ANY picture can paint a thousand words."

How many pictures can  MY WORDS paint?

 

 

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