June 11, 2012
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How douse writing help
I’m confused
Writing brings trouble, hardship
At times it brings you down
Brings punishment
You long to be free
You long for the words to come or for the comas to appear in the right spots

But I need it
I need this torture I need these squiggles these lines
I need this language
It makes me hate it but it makes me love it
It has become a simple need
Like food water or sleep
Without it I am destroyed
Without it misery comes
Without it there is no me

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