Poem : the art of writing

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Poem 34 the art of writing

Everyone warned her that she shouldn’t care,

Or else she will end up in tears,

Because they don’t consider her theirs,

And now she doesn’t like to share,

As with the people she is now aware,

And thinks what everyone does wid her is bare,

And trusting people for her is now rare,

remembering it all she stays in fright,

Having to many sleepless nights,

In the dark without the lights,

Fighting all the unseen fights,

Doubting herself whether she is right,

So the rescue to her pain is to write!