She writes to hide
and she writes to show off.
She writes to hide her fears and occasionally to show her strengths.
She writes to decrease her pains and hide from her shame.
She writes to express her joys and to celebrate her victories.
She writes for the poor and she writes for the rich.
She writes for the hurting and she writes for the happy.
All night she will write until her ink runs dry.
She writes for power,
She writes for weakness,
She writes all she knows
and sometimes,
She writes all she doesn't.
All day, she writes some more.
She writes for her loved ones,
She writes of her enemies,
She writes for lost acquaintances,
And she writes of smiling strangers.
She writes for the forgotten,
She writes of the remembered.
She writes of all she can.
She writes when she's lonely,
She writes when she's overwhelmed,
She writes to relieve pressure,
She writes to reduce her stress.
She writes words she cannot speak,
She writes of moments she cannot express,
She writes so that every one will notice her,
She writes so that no one will recognise her.
She writes for herself,
She writes of herself.
She writes of stories that she needs to share.
She writes and writes and writes.
She writes for you and me.
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