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Behind the Writer
November 30, 2018
Pages.
Pages filled to the brim.
Filled with wonder, filled with splunder, but still I ponder,
If life is worth living tonight.
I write and I write.
Filling people with joy, and hope for the world.
But still I fight on my own each night,
No one to save me as my mind swirls.
“Positive, Bright, a Fighter”
They think so highly of me,
I appear so smiley, you see.
But in reality I’m fighting, myself actually.
© Anonymous
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I tend to write for the enjoyment of others rather than myself. This short little poem encases a piece of what goes on in my mind behind all of the writing.