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As a writer I dredge up the problems I've buried so long ago And mold them into stanzas I trace the scars on this ungodly body And etch them into my words I let my tears fall on dull paper And leave the salt water current to carry my pieces Because everyday As a writer I am slowly learning that my dark times Are also stories worth sharing
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
Process
As a writer I dredge up the problems I've buried so long ago And mold them into stanzas I trace the scars on this ungodly body And etch them into my words I let my tears fall on dull paper And leave the salt water current to carry my pieces Because everyday As a writer I am slowly learning that my dark times Are also stories worth sharing
my process of writing/ process of moving forward
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
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