Spilling my mind onto the page,
All of my thoughts and feelings,
Of the world's peace, love and rage,
It's my own spiritual healing,
See, when I write, I don't fight,
To keep my emotions locked in,
I fight to see the light,
Through the opening,
Because we're trained to bottle up emotions inside,
Into the deepest of deep regions,
Where almost anything could hide,
From the most powerful of legions,
So for me writing is an outlet,
A true way to express,
The most effective that I've met,
For describing this world's mess.
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