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Sometimes being able to write is a privilege

When the mind is full and the heart aches

When the past, present and future gets tangled

And the thread of thoughts get twisted around

Then being able to write,

To be able to put those thoughts to writing

To relieve the pain that can’t be seen

To ease the pain that can’t be explained

Then to write is a privilege

And even if each word is typed with tears

Still writing is a blessing

When you can’t tell another what burdens the mind

Not due to ego but cuz of wisdom

Because already you know each word they’ll say

In condemnation or admonishment

Each word you know and already said to self

But those times words are not needed or appreciated

Time heals all wound

That’s all that can help

But while time does it’s magic

Writing is like a walking cane to support

To help while you get back on your two feet

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