when I begin to write all I can do is think of you and before it was never like that you'll come in and out briefly but I couldn't hold a sentence to you and yet you spoke to me so gently and made me fall in love when I begin to write my heart starts pounding like as if I don't know what to say artist my hand independent take hold of this ink put something down that cannot be erased yet when I begin to write I go numb with no feelings I cannot feel my pain nor my pencil feels right in my own hand when I begin to write I think of freedom justice line as soon as you get to that point if someone out of nowhere just comes around you and hold you back when I begin to write I hear a soul cry I'll the pull of the hair the waste of the aisle instill when I begin to write I cannot hold my pen straight and everything comes out unorganized misled unrealistically understood
when I begin to write
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