Compulsions.
I write because I must.
Because I have to
All these words in my mind, my heart;
Racing towards the tips of my fingers,
Forcing themselves out3449a6ca9d3106389aed3fd8439c3535

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At all cost
I write because I have to.
It isn’t a matter of choice
It’s a necessity.
A yearning to set something bottled up free.

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