It's in solitude
that mind takes flight
but it's amongst friends
that it desires to be.
It's in angst
that this hand
moves like the wind
and in satisfaction
thoughts desert the mind.
It's in fervor of hurt
that passion surfaces
but in delight
you ought to look at my plight.
And hence, I have come to desire pain.
They call me crazy,
they call me mad.
But try and understand me,
for all is desire
is to write.
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