This Book

The words spill from this pen like winter rain on a roof,

I write to be free and it sounds nonsensical, holds misused sentence structures and shitty metaphors,

Looking for meaning and hoping the words will let it be,

Open and close this book 3 million times more,

The words dont come as easy when our life seems normal,

The pages only turn when I reach a new chapter.

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