I’m forgetting the time,
All of my thoughts are arranged in a rhyme,
I’m spitting them out line by line.
I’m telling my story,
I’m setting my stage,
I’m spilling myself all over the page,
I’m full of rage.
Completely calm,
Once the pencil’s in my palm.
Blank pages are inviting,
I’m only living when I’m writing.
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