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Monday, February 6, 2012

Divided

Writing equals something I love...
Writing equals something he is afraid of..
Writing means so much to me...
Writing means me me me

Writing takes up too much of my time..
He feels is occupies most of my mind..

Writing gives me a place to be free..
Writing creates a burden for me..

Oh how I love every inch of your font..
I will miss every phrase..
I will miss every point..
I will miss the days..

Writing was the perfect getaway.  

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