This Is Me

What writing means to me

It is an extension of me

This deformed, blurry

Somewhat ugly

Picture of words

It is born from necessity

From the overflow

Of the pain and love

Of the joy and tears

Of the good and bad

Waring emotions

Blend in distorting harmony

Try as i may

To paint one without the other

It is beautiful

It is

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