This is Why.

I write because I breathe.
That’s what I say when people ask why why why, 
always so full of questions yet they hate the answers.
It’s not because I choose to, it’s because I have to.
It’s because my head gets so full of thoughts that nothing can undo the pressure. 
It’s because words flow through me where blood should be and
it’s because I bleed these words whenever I hurt. 
Words are wounds and these wounds are beautiful. 

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