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-My pain is my poetry.

I pick my pen and start writing down my frustrations, I turn the ugly thoughts into something pretty and deep people can relate to. Isn't that what all poets do? The agony of my existence is written in black ink on these papers telling my story to the ones that read, I tend to have a message to share in every piece of paper, no matter how small or insignificant my story is. And I think the most amazing yet messed up thing I find about people relating to my writings, is that we all go through the same kind of pain. Life is mostly unfair with us in some situations we face, and no matter how alone we feel about it, or how much we feel like we're the only ones suffering on our own, the reality is that each one of us is fighting their own demons. We're in the same hell, but fighting different demons. I personally find consistency with my pen. In the eye of the storm that is my life, the constant changes that make me feel lost, I find myself in my words, expressing the thoughts I can't ignore, holding on to my pen because it's the only permanent thing in the temporary mess I'm stuck in. My pain is my poetry.

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