Love Song

When the ground don't touch my feet
When the ceiling and I meet
Writing helps me deal

When I'm boiling with rage
Writing sedates

When too much I feel
Writing helps me heal

My sword and my shield
Writing is ideal

Through writing, 
I reveal and conceal
I unravel and tangle

I become
	More than
	Different from

I improve
I remove

I groove
I transform

I belong

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