Sometimes, I feel like I'm rotting on the inside. So I'll write and write and write the rot out. I'll feel clean. And light. I do not feel I have a way with words. But theres a tenderness in my need to write like crooning a small bird. I can't help it. It only helps me.
It's a fleeting love. I cannot tame it.

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