The Write to Live
Words, the flow my memories to expell the venom building up inside my tired mind. The sentances, the list of my woes that become real when put onto paper. The meaning, to take back the power from thosees who have hurt me. Poetry, my outlet, my sword to fight the evil dragon and save the princess.
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