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Came to me in about 3min, this is how it came out of my head onto the paper. |
The stories we write Come from the heart We write because we must If we did not We would cry Feel despair Surging through our veins Until we put that pen to the paper We would not feel complete Some of us write horror Others write romance But a the end of the day It does not matter We cannot be judged for what we write The words that spill onto paper Through hard work Inspiration Sweat The story is there because it must be It is told because if it is not It will find another way To find itself into our lives Those who judge Cannot write They feel envy They feel the need to hurt Those who can Create Those who cannot Destroy This one is for you Adriana Noir |