Why I write
Going through the days when I was ridiculed
Made a fool of and pitied by fools
Writing gave me a sense of expression
A way to deal with depression
and call forth my impression
Of society and things going on around me
It gave me a voice
A way to have a choice
Not many people know that I fight
But only the important ones know why I write
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