2015, write more.
Because at one time
I loved it.
I needed it.
Words were a life blood.
They pumped through me.
Kept me alive
A heart
A way to connect to something.
Anything.
It wasn't about being great.
Or even good.
My fragments were the pieces
that connected me.
To myself.
With myself.
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