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My ******

The writers and the reporters,

In all their interviews,

They never tell you the one flaw in writing.

They never mention that writing is like a drug,

How you can get addicted,

How you'll always want to play god.

They skip right over how hard it is,

To deal with pain,

When you're so used to changing anything

With the stroke of a pen,

Or the pressing of a key.

 

Writing is my drug.

I don't understand how to deal with loss.

Whenever something happens, my first thought is:

"Oh, it's okay. I can change this."

Then I remember,

This is reality.

I am not god.

I am not a hero.

No matter how much I want to,

I cannot save the world.

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Mar 27, 2013
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