WHY I WRIGHT
I feel like I'm in this room in a dark corner all alone. I can not be heard from people near or far. Its like I have no voice. I have to get it out there I have to get how I feel out there to the people of my world. I grab a pencil, some paper and light a candle for some light. I begin to wright a poem and my voice comes to life. My feelings are now out in to the world. I no longer wont to yell I no longer wont cry. I get up with a smile on my face and a light begins to shines bright. The pain has left my hear for now. i feel like a new person has been awoken.
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