It is an escape from reality,

reality that is at times hard to bear,

when nothing feels right,

and my heart aches to fit in,

but yearns for privacy,

that is when I sneak,

to a world of letters and punctuation,

flowing from my fingertips,

to a world that I can judge,

but it cannot judge me back,

to a world where I am safe,

that is where I find my escape.


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