If I could make the flow of my hands just a bit more....smooth.
If I could make the pictures last long enough in my mind to take the time to draw them perfectly.
If I could train my voice to hold and manipulate a note or tune , maybe I won't sound like Amy Winehouse with throat cancer.
But I can write my heart out and have it mean something.
I may struggle to speak but my written words are worth the wait, they're worth all the time used to create them.
If there's one thing in this world that could empty my mind, why it's the only way I know.
Writing helps...People come and go, but my words will always stay.

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