Why I Write
With a pencil in hand and thoughts on the mind,
Who can limit the words that I can find?
So I write, day by day,
I write to wash my worries away.
I write for pride,
Stride for stride,
And for all the tears I've cried.
I write to see
Just where I'll be,
And to find what's inside me.
Without anything hindering the writing stages,
Inspiration continues coming throughout my ages.
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