I use to sit alone in my dark room surrounded by clouds of dark thoughts
My life was so cold back then and I kept thinking I couldn't last too much further on
It's as if the paper and pen found me and when I began to write the clouds began to clear
The paper was a place for me to storm my biggest fears
I began to feel better there was a light in my eyes
That lit up my dark room and brought warmth to my life
This is why
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