The Reason Why
At time I get sad and need a release. Crying is for the weak and I am not that. I have to find something or I'll be out of wack. So I think and I think, then it hits me. I can write some words on a piece of paper. A paper that will be just for me. No one else is allowed to read. I don't like to fight, no not even argue. Just keep the peace, yeah that's what I do. Writing helps me when I want to punch that person in the face, even if I love them. So here I am telling the reasons why. The reasons why I hold it inside. The reasons why I write it all down, instead of talking and crying like a lovestruck clown. I like to write even if there's no need to cry, so here I am telling the reasons why.
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