Since You Were Wondering
Why do I write?
Writing is an escape
A place I go that no one knows
Writing is my therapy
when no one wants to listen
Its the only thing that cares for me
Writing helps me live
It helps me through what
no one had time to give
See you don't understand
all the things I've been through
Writing is the only thing I could do
Writing is the only thing that understood
Writing is the only thing that knows my good
Writing is always there when I need something to turn to
Writing is a joy I would never want to undo
Writing is a gift I couldn't think more of
Writing is a gift, my first real true love
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