Why I Write

August 16, 2013

So many feelings

Trapped inside

No other soul would understand

Only the paper

Being scratched upon by pen

Understands the pain-and the joy

The human mind much too shallow

But the paper understands everything

Man asks too much

Paper asks for nothing

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