The Writer.

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When days had gone dark and cold,

It is the pen and a notebook's duty to lift

A writer's despondent spirit.

He would make full use of his pen.

To fill the notebook up with feelings that aren't able

To be expressed.

What is there in the back of a writer's mind?

Is it filled with different kinds of worlds?

Imagination?

Fantasy?

Or, are they mere memories of recurring events?

Nobody knows what it is exactly.

A writer's untold emotions,

Will forever remain untold. 

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