Humming Bird

Sometimes, when loneliness surrounds me,
I write with all my might.
When I feel the need of a friend
I turn to the pen by my side.
Sometimes, when depression takes over
To kill it, I turn to paper.
Sometimes, when fear goes up my spine
In my mind, I note down a line.
Sometimes, when tears stream down my eyes,
Writing works as a nice disguise.

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