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Ink on a page
I'm getting addicted to the smell of ink on a page.
Words keep tumbling out before my mind or hand can catch up.
This stream of consciousness spurting truths unknown even to me.
My subconscious sorting through life's questions on a blank page.
Setting the words free so they don't suffocate the clear thinking or bliss of emotions.
As if I could physically peal away the overthinking from my brain and lock them into the book.
Refuse the doubts entry to my daily life.
They do not control me.
I refuse to be controlled by anyone but me.
And my thoughts aren't me.
I'm self-driven, independent and strong.
My thoughts are the bullies making me feel ostracised in my own head.
But I will always fight back.
And I will always wins.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of thoughts
PoetryPoetry written by a 21 year old. Each chapter a new poem, probably unrelating to the previous. They are in chronological order of writing them though, which is interesting if you reading them all together. #12 Poetry #56 Self Realisation
