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My Declaration


As my nails hit the keyboard, I find my flow.

I write because I have something to say or there's something I wanna know. 

I can't stop. I won't stop.

I've found my release. 

The words come out like teardrops after each I feel a little more relief.

 

I write because the words come out easier than if I were to try to speak. 

Bottled up emotions,

Pent up thoughts,

With each line I write I feel more free. 

Free from the constraints placed upon me 

 

I write to forget about my pain,

My anger

And the strains of my burdens.

 

I write.

In the process, 

I remember my joy, 

my hope,

And my progress.

My words become my fortress. 

They are my sword and my shield. 

They cleanse the wounds so I heal.

I write.

 

 

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