Because I can't speak.
Because I don't have the voice to shout
I write when I don't know what to do
To not regret empty words
I write to free myself
To stop shaking
To stop questioning me
To think less
I write because it's what I do best
I write so as not to reach the heavens
Did I really deserve it?
I write not to cry
Tonight my shattered dreams
Won't bother me
i have to smile
To not suffer
I write to deceive
I write to shine
I write to please
I only write verses
This is why I write
No matter what you've been told
I write so as not to become you
So I write for myself.
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Before i die
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