The Reason
I write when there's a fire, a burning, a flame.
I write so the pain no longer rapes my brain.
With a pen and a pad I am in control.
In control of the tempo, the rhythm, the flow.
There's no screaming, no shouting, and all feelings are heard.
Never knew how exhilarating it could be to fill a paper with words.
To have control, feel empowered, and have no pain in sight.
This, is why I write.
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