New Face
When you speak you can't say it like you would write it. Unless you're an actress or an actor with a prewritten script. Writing is the alcohol to my wounds. Write music to express my feelings, write in general to heal the scars and satisfy my muse. Why do I write? I guess it's hard to describe, maybe cause it's for this scholarship I wish to apply. I write from the heart, in the dark, about the dark, about the light and about my life. I write for fun, imagine the future, it's one of the paths to run. I write to inspire. Though it won't neccessarily be my career it is a useful tool to resist the fire. I'm too deep to understand. College is next and writing is my way to pay for the new day I have planned. No one knows my long term. I want it to be a surprise. Fighting cause I'm surviving the next 3 years to own my own business in life. I am the new face in the night, lurking and no longer shy, just quiet. But the voice within my mind, that's why I write.
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