My writing hides in my heart.
It unleashes itself whe. The time is right.
My mind holds it,
My thoughts expressing themselves,
Placing themselves on paper.
My heart broken,
No feeling,
No grieve,
Pushing emotions aside
When I feel.
I have no time to feel.
I must put this aside,
I must rid these,
PAPER!
I NEED IT NOW!
I CAN'T KEEP FEELING THIS WAY,
I MUST RID THEM FROM MY MIND NOW!
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