I write words of hope for others, yes
But, truth be known
It's also for myself
The sanguine, the passion
It's mostly for me
You see, I hate all that I am
All that I was
All that I am becoming
I hate it
So I write
I write what I feel
Not what I am
I write what I wish were true
I write what I long for
I write because if I didn't
Tell me, who would?
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
I write words of hope for others, yes
But, truth be known
It's also for myself
The sanguine, the passion
It's mostly for me
You see, I hate all that I am
All that I was
All that I am becoming
I hate it
So I write
I write what I feel
Not what I am
I write what I wish were true
I write what I long for
I write because if I didn't
Tell me, who would?
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