Why I write
Nostalgia fills my nostrils as I tread
Reminiscing of a day that now has fled
A day when words were what the people bled
Young eyes easily fool
Elderly ears are muffled as a rule
Yet, emotions are a worthy tool
Emotions are our own, we cannot fake
Even if we try they somehow amalgamate
Until we have no choice, some call it fate
I write to remember
I write to realize my existence
I write to feel
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