Why are you so angry?
So withdrawn. So temperamental
Can I give you a hint?
You don't write anymore
Where is all the passion supposed to go?
You know 'our types' don't go about having confidants.
We speak to paper
We put pen to paper
We jot down words, for hours on end.
At times one paragraph,
other times just one line.
Tell someone. Please,
Commit yourself.
Get your notebook and pen
and commit to paper.
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