When I Write

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When I write
I bleed, I cry, and I open up.
All the feelings and thoughts come spilling out
to form words on a paper written in such a deep way;
no wonder it comes with all those tears.

But when I write
I feel like someone is listening.
Someone understands me and I don't feel so alone.

Paper is my friend
as it's the only thing that knows the true story.
All the things I go through and the deep thoughts
that haunt me and lurk in my mind.

When I write, I feel free
because maybe..
I'm finally listening to myself

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