My Friend

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I'm writing because I'm angry.

I'm writing because I'm sad.

I'm writing because I'm lost.

I'm writing because I'm mad. 

Words are my escape.

It is like they understand.

I can express my true feelings,

with no reprimand. 

I can dream through words.

I can also lie.

Words can keep secrets.

They will never ask why. 

Writing is my friend,

that somehow talks to me.

It lets out everything.

It lets me be free. 

 

 

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Lbacigalupi1

Writing has always been my my way of expressing my true feelings. This poem explains how words have been there for me like a friend when I was in need. If I get this scholarship I plan on using it towards my tuition for school. Thanks to all who reads this piece of poetry and for your time. 

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