This writing process is my fortress and my solace
It's how I recuperate when life F's me like carnal knowledge
And hope becomes invisible to my teary optics
When everything seems dead just like corpses in pine boxes
I bare it all on leaflets, show my feelings through this thesis
Bleeding on pads like Kleenex, this procedure is my treatment
Dumped by my ex cos I couldn't spoil her with cash like divas
Broke my heart into pieces but scripting kept me from recess
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