So I write, to the universe. I write, to creation. I write, to the Author, of All Things. For an answer. For a cure. To what ails, the heart. What, sickens the soul. Knowing, I am, the answer. I am, the cure. For what, binds me. I write. Until, I can breathe. I write. Until, my thoughts, unlock. I write. And write.. and write. Until, I am, me. Again.

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