I write
To cleanse my soul
To spread my wings and take a journey into my inner self
to mend my broken heart
To dry my tears,
To get over my anguish,
And celebrate my triumphs.
I write
To cleanse people's souls,
Take them on a journey into my inner self,
Thereby mending their broken hearts,
Drying their tears,
Help them get over their grief,
And celebrate their triumphs.
I write to heal,
I write to survive,
I write to breathe,
I write to live,
I.Write.To.Be
Monday, 25 August 2014
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