Write

I write to see myself right.

I write to view the world,

Where I, can live out my dreams,

With prosperity and leave all the dull.

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My words can be trashed,

Too ordinary to be composed.

But I cherish the way I think,

Which envies my words utmost. (which envies my words to the utmost)

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I write to cry out loud.

Although silently, so no one can know.

My words clip off the grief

And wipe off the tears when I go low.

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I write to see the hero;

I write to glorify the villain.

But I know they both are me,

Too common, unexpected and plain.

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I write whatever things I want.

I write to pursue my vision.

I know we all are slaves.

But I write to rule the wish-nation.