i sit and i attempt to craft a pretty poem with pretty words but it does not come. i scribble and strike, i type and delete. there are times when pretty words just won't do. there are times when crafting should be left to artists. i am no artist.
i see, i feel, i write.
i live, i love, i am.
i hurt, i fear, i regret.
i cry, i laugh, i embrace.
i want, i need, i create.
i speak, i act, i exist.
...and this is what is at the heart of the matter.
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