In This I WriteIn this, I write, Only what is said, In my mind, my voice; Speaks out through what is written. Questions that I can only repeat, That are answered through life Opportunities given, Secrets shot out, Hates and lusts, Loves and heartbreaks. The page that is smudged, for tears were sliding down. I open with the keyIn This I Write
With the ink, I pour my heart. Every desire, need, want, Each bit of loathe I have for her, All the love I have for him. Moments of guilt, Times of rage. All is said, In this, I write.
How do I?
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