My addiction.

I gitter at times how my words bleed from my thoughts onto paper. As they whisper into my conscience, not realy taking heed to what my inner illusions predict of me i keep writing. I want to read the words of my success, oh yes i finally made it. Not wanting to reflect on happened in the past is mighty funny seeing how thats what made my soul what it is now. An abandoned image of me is what I'm taken for by most poeple, which realy isn't me. Writing my tears away to gather up my feelings is my addiction, that i will never be able to quit. It's amazing how someone else can make you feel a certain way but then you can't even make yourself feel confident in what your stuck with but uncomfortable with your own feelings. I crave to write what a human being thinks in their own mindset. It's my addiction.

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1. Linn Garden says:

   Hello Keria,
   I loved the line "writing my tears away". felt like that myself many times. If our tears could speak what would they say? Need to write a poem about that someday...
   Nice reading your page today thankyou

   Linn