Why I Write
June 26, 2013
My mind flows
I’m drowning
I reach for a hand
But no one’s there
I need to let go
The words take shape
My fingers hit the keys
The words flow
Until I realize
I can breathe
My mind blank
I am at peace
The words are me
They take the part
That I don’t need
That hurts me
That torments me
They are my relief
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