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I write........

I write......... because I must
I write.........to pass the time
I write.........to get past a moment
I write.........to kill the day
I write.........because creating is living
I write.........when I can't deal
I write.........when the mood strikes me
I write.........in the absence of truth
I write.........to exercise my brain
I write.........to think of something else
I write.........to think of nothing else
I write.........to focus on the facts
I write.........to warp reality to back into daydream
I write.........when I can't sit still
I write.........to find the meaning
I write.........for no reason at all
I write.........when sensations overwhelm me
I write.........to remind myself it's real
I write.........because I can
I write.........just like breathing
I write.........to savior a memory
I write.........when nothing else seems right
I write.........to face the future
I write.........when I can't shed the past
I write.........if sleep evades me
I write........like I talk, without end
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