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I write for my strange obsession for the darkness that lingers from the Gallow of my mind. I write for me, I write for you. I write for the comfort it gives me, like a soft velvety hand but instead... A pen. I write to see the night threw. I write for the thoughts which would classify me mad in daily conversation but when it's poetry...... It's nothing but a poem. I write to express my feelings when I'm longing for love or fear. I write to hide from reality I write to stay real. For those who ask why I write I'll probably just say, I like to, But for those who want to know the truth... I'll write it for you.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
Why you ask?
I write for my strange obsession for the darkness that lingers from the Gallow of my mind. I write for me, I write for you. I write for the comfort it gives me, like a soft velvety hand but instead... A pen. I write to see the night threw. I write for the thoughts which would classify me mad in daily conversation but when it's poetry...... It's nothing but a poem. I write to express my feelings when I'm longing for love or fear. I write to hide from reality I write to stay real. For those who ask why I write I'll probably just say, I like to, But for those who want to know the truth... I'll write it for you.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
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