I Write
I write, I read, I love
I write to bleed the love and hate in my heart through the tip of a pen.
I read to understand the palpitations, both good and bad, of those I have not met.
I love to weave imagination and emotion with the words of my soul.
I write, I breathe, I live
I write onto sheets so white, and stain it with proof of my existence.
I breathe the knowledge and passion that emanates from the ink of others
I live though the words that I take from my soul and place onto paper.
Writing is all I know, writing is who I am.
I write
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