A Way Out
I am only truely myself
when I'm writing words on a page
and not an essay either
they have no flow
I'm talking about words that ryhme
words that feel
words that illustrate
words that communicate
words that perform
I can't simply say how I feel in a certain moment
Life is too fast for that
My feelings are only official
after I write them down
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