the need to write

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the words pour to fill the void

nothing makes me feel more

more lonely

more passion

more hope

more despair

than right now

writing with ink that will fade

with words no one else will read

yet the fabric of this invisible power

is so light, so dense

so incandescent, but so so dark

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