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A World Of Our Own

The ink is the blood,
the pen is the soul,
once we pick one up,
worlds begin roll,
from our minds,
to the paper,
out of our hearts and into a reality as we see it,
sanity is insane,
right is wrong,
and we are gods among the people of our own world,
a writers dream is never over,
our worlds need building and our realities are ever shifting,
writing is our life,
cut us we bleed black,
beat us and we revert to a world of our own,
where we belong and all is as it should be.
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