Glimpse of the past

I've written in anger

And sorted myself out

I've written on drugs

And found new meanings

I've written in sadness

And found that I am beautiful

I've written before bed

And never let my head hit the pillow

I've written about my skin

And no one knows what I am

I've written about what it means to be human

And I still have no answers

I've written while in love

And have had many lovers

I've written in art

And hid the words within the blank spaces

I've written rambles

And each one more absurd then the last

I have written about my adventures

And returned filthy and alive

I've written stolen words from the wise

And spread the knowledge far and wide

I've written to you

And you have read

I've written

And have kept writing.

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