Write
When I was a child, my life was so swell
I wish that was the story I could tell
From heartbreak to heartache
I roamed through my life
Holding a pen and a piece of paper to write
Write down my feelings
Write down my thoughts
Write down everything I could not say
Even the things that could probably make the pain go away
So why do I write?
That is simple
To fight
To fight away all the sadness
And give my life purpose
So that maybe one day
I can finally say
"I'm glad to be who I am today"
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