But I still write

I know it´s pointless.

But I still write.

That´s what I do whenever my chest feels heavy.

Or my throat gets sore.

Writing puts my feelings under control.

Emotions are clothes all over the bedroom floor.

Writing is a loving mother that folds them into a pile.

I do have great emotional needs.

I am trying to find out where the drain is.

 

 

 

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