Why I write
When great darkness fills my heart
A creative thought begins to start
My fingers dance across the keys
To poetically convey, my melodies
Than the happiness I'd once known
Has come back and is now shown
Writing is my remedy
The the creative feeling makes me free
For without it I am nothing more...
Than an empty vessel that you'd abhor.
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