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Why I Write


You see I was just sixteen when I wrote my first,

tired of all the stress of the High School Curse,

I never really fit into the cliques,

so after a while I just found a fix,

It was after I heard of a man named Poe,

I started to write so that my mind could let go,

and suddenly as if it were a dream of inspiration,

words came together like a retalliation,

my  pen became my sword; my paper was my shield,

it felt for the first time I could be me without yeild,

I took the darkness from inside,

and made it a masterpiece that couldn't be denied,

That is the story of how I came to write,

it was to make way for peace from the spite.

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