𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

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I write only what I can imagine
I write only what I can and can not feel
For reading is not the only way to escape reality
As it is the quill of the heart that finds life to be fading away

Infinite letters merged to create untold stories
And meaningful words seeking desperate answers of the soul
Writing isn't just about the telling of stories lost
Writing is about the telling of lives never lived

Thoughts? ⇨

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