Why I Write


I lived a life,

where you're forgotten-

left and right.


As I got older,

I grew distant-

my heart got colder.



was obviously-

completely no fun.


I found my wording,

with paper and pen-

and stopped hurting.


Now I can do,

anything I wan to-

in black and white.

which is Why I Write.


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