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.
Communication,
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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