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Urge,

this writing spree has got me so messed up
i mean, i feel this urge to turn everything i do, see, and feel, into poetry


this urge, it doesn’t let me feel
i’m crying, and in my head, i’m weaving a string of words with every drop of tear that falls down my cheeks

this urge, it’s making me numb
i’m dancing, and in my head, i’m imagining my pen waltzing on my notebook

this urge, it isn’t letting me live
i’m breathing, and in my head, i’m inhaling thunderstorms and exhaling sunshine

this urge, it’s changing my perspectives
i’m looking in the mirror, and i’m seeing the universe, love and stardust instead of my reflection

i’m trying to pen down everything into words too much i guess
from music to painting
more than feeling the emotions
my insides force me to translate everything into words
and say it out loud
in words.
words.

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