I have a way with words,
Or so they tell me.
I enjoy words,
More so than anything else.
This life can be challenging,
I like my escape.
I like to sit down with words
And exist only in my own world.
Can you not see that the words
Pouring out of me
Are my suffering?
I am only this way,
Because the world made me so.
I try to change
And that is why
I read and write.
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