I write to ease the pain of the day,

untold with many stories to say.

My pen moves swiftly along each line,

while I sit here and wait for the words to align.

Hours upon hours,

while each word empowers.

They each tell a tale,

with many secrets to unveil.

Such a strong power,

so I just sit here and cower,

while I stow each secret away.

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