Lonely, it may seem, how fine it feels.
To write everything, to be alive.
Pen and paper, my home to please.
To all be true than I do think.
Tired of this dark oblivion,
I surrender yet don't imprison me.
This is to remind myself that writing helps me to be okay. It's a companion that no one can take away from me and something I can fully trust. That's why I call this the cheapest therapy, for it's simple and easy to do. It may be lonely to some, yet it's enlivening to me. I surrender that I'm tired of the unknowns. However, I don't want to be imprisoned by being known as someone dark or always sad just because I use this as my therapy.
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